It was hard to associate the him she saw now to the man who was always passionate when around her.
It didn't seem like both personas were, in fact, one person.
Not wanting to disturb him, she tiptoed out as quietly as possible. But the moment she took the first step, the man looked up at her.
He asked tenderly, "Baby, did you sleep well?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
She bit her lip and turned to him a little abashedly. "Did I disturb you?"
"No."
Mo Yesi put down the fountain pen in his hand and called her over with his finger.
Qiao Mianmian walked towards him and he reached out to pull her in. His strong arm was around her waist and he easily shifted her onto his lap.
He whispered at her ear, his every warm breath sending tingles down her spine. "You're way more important than my work."
Qiao Mianmian went red instantly.
Her face was a little red from her sleep, so the blush wasn't too obvious.
