Leng Sichen threw Xia Yuxun onto the bed, stifled with anger. He was about to question her about when she started mingling with Li Yunzhe, but found she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Xia Yuxun! Are you a pig?"
Leng Sichen was not foolish enough to wake her at this time; otherwise, he would most certainly be bitten.
He knew her tolerance for alcohol all too well!
In the middle of the night, Xia Yuxun groggily woke up, not knowing where she was for a moment, but her drunkenness had mostly worn off. She rubbed her hair and then sleepily wandered toward the light.
Gently pushing open the door, she found Leng Sichen still working: his fingers dancing over the notebook at times, at other times flipping through files, writing and scratching out.
Xia Yuxun's steps involuntarily rooted to the spot as she watched him work with such concentration.
