Zhou Shengting adjusted his posture, leaning his back against the sofa, with his distinct and slender fingers resting on his temple, his gaze fixed on the documents.
Bai Lan leaned close to him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Bai Lan noticed a trace of fatigue knitting Zhou Shengting's brow. After hesitating for a moment in her heart, she finally turned around and reminded him, "Work is important, but your health is even more critical..."
"Hmm..." While reading the documents, Zhou Shengting stroked her hair.
Bai Lan realized that when she was around, she was more distracting to his work.
So, she sat up, "If the documents can wait until tomorrow, then you should rest earlier."
Then she got up and went back to the room.
Turning off the bedside lamp, Bai Lan tried to let herself fall asleep, but after tossing and turning, she eventually opened her eyes again.
She didn't know why, but she just couldn't sleep.
