After dinner, Chi zuxu worked in the study room while Chi Yi curled up on the sofa opposite him and read some books on antiques. After he was done with his work, she would massage his legs for an hour and he would be able to rest in peace while she could go home.
The quartz clock on the wall was beeping, and time passed between the two of them.
By the time Chi zuxu looked up at his niece on the sofa, she had already fallen asleep with the thick antique book in her arms.
Probably because she had been too tired recently, she slept very soundly. Her sleeping face was delicate, and her cheeks were pink like ripe peaches. They were delicate and fragile, as if honey would spill out with a pinch.
Her thick eyelashes gently rested on her eyelids, like two small curled fans. She was extremely cute. When she opened her eyes, they fluttered, and it was very moving.
He breathed evenly and slowly.
