Chi Huan was indeed too tired and too sleepy, barely perceiving the man's figure before deciding not to bother opening her eyes again.
Mo Shiqian stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, which she impatiently swatted away.
He said no more, bent down, and lifted her from the sofa, his long legs carrying them upstairs.
Gazing down at the exhausted face cradled in his arms, his brows knitted deeper, and he whispered in a low voice, "You're that tired, rest at home tomorrow."
Her head rubbed against his shoulder, "No... don't want to, have to work."
"I'm not saying you can't work, but even work requires rest."
Although she kept her eyes closed, she wasn't dead asleep, and her voice sounded a bit groggy, "I need to work hard, harder than before."
Mo Shiqian's gaze silently darkened, and his handsome face turned slightly grim.
