Her long hair fluttered down her back easily. Her hair was so long that if she didn't pull it up, it might cover her sight, so she used a scrunchy to pull it into a ponytail. She looked so different from her normal professional image; it made her look several years younger.
Qin Yinan stared at that image for quite some time before lowering his head to throw himself back into work.
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They both worked through the night. When the job was done, it was already 7 am.
When Qin Yinan finished typing the last word, he yawned and leaned back in his chair. He massaged his tired shoulders and stood up to stretch his limbs. Then, his gaze fell slowly on the round chair in the room.
Cheng Qingchong was curled up on top of it with her head titled to the side and her eyes closed. She was asleep.
