He furrowed his brows and looked towards the bathroom, but the lights were off, and there were no sounds of anyone using it.
Wen Yi rarely got up before him, and even if she occasionally woke up early, she wouldn't get up, usually waiting for him to wake or getting up when he was about to. So she had to be either on the bed or in the bathroom.
He called out, but no one responded.
Mo Shichen lifted the covers and got out of bed. After searching around, he found her in the study, slumped over the desk, seemingly asleep.
His brows knitted together, and with long strides, he walked over, bent down to look at her, and discovered she was indeed asleep. She was still wearing last night's nightgown, her hair was a mess, with strands falling across her face, her eyes tightly shut, but she didn't seem comfortable, her brows were furrowed.
His frown deepened, and a small flame of anger began to ignite, but he had no other option but to reach out and hold her, to carry her back to bed.
