Her brewed honey water should taste better than coffee!
Rong Yan watched as he took the glass and left, casually closing the door behind her. She had thought about starting another round of the game, but her gaze kept being involuntarily drawn to the honey water on the table.
He has to work overtime tonight, who knows how late he'll have to stay up...
Since she started living with this man, she had gradually discovered just how busy he usually was. Even if he came home, he would typically spend several hours working in the study at night. Often, she would wake up in the middle of the night to see the light in the study still on. The next morning, she'd see him, full of vigor, sitting at the dining table waiting for them.
This man was like a work machine with preset settings, never seeming to tire.
Sometimes, when she caught glimpses of fatigue in the depths of his eyes, her heart would inexplicably clench.
