He Qinglei saw that this time was different from the last time, and his fists were loosened and no longer clenched. Near noon, Lian Jingjie woke up leisurely on the sofa and saw the coat she was wearing. Has Deshu been back? Then why not wake her up? She looked at the coat and felt clearly in her heart that Deshu was struggling with this feeling. Suddenly a cell phone rang to pull her thoughts...