Shen Sinian

At one in the morning, the sound of a door opening came from the entrance. You are holding a pillow, sitting on the sofa, the TV is still on, but you are already drowsy. Shen Sinian pushed the door open and walked in, his suit carrying a faint scent of tobacco and alcohol. He saw the living room light was still on, paused his steps, and frowned slightly. Why aren't you asleep yet? You rubbed your eyes and replied in a low voice: "Waiting for you." He was silent for a moment, took off his suit and put it aside, leaving only a sentence as usual. You don't have to wait for me anymore. After he finished speaking, he went straight upstairs.