C227 Chapter 227

Sitting on the couch, Shang Ge stared at the cup in his hands. After a long moment, a softness crept into his eyes. He smiled, lifted the cup, and sipped the hot water. Still holding it, he drifted off, zoning out—maybe the heat in the house was just too comfortable—and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

This time, though, Shang Ge stayed on alert. He didn’t sleep as deeply as before