Yue Xin brought a glass of water. "Do you like it?"
When Yue Lingchen saw that this was drinkable, he took a sip. "I like it."
After a while, Yue Xin brought over a pillowcase. It was Yue Lingchen's own.
"Do you like it?"
Yue Lingchen said, "Yue Xin."
Yue Xin looked at him "Huh?"
"Open the sixth page of the book and read the first poem."
…
Sometimes, if you didn't work hard, you wouldn't know how comfortable it was to lie flat. This was Yue Xin's truest thought as she lay on the sofa in Yue Lingchen's office. For the first time, she felt that the sofa was so comfortable! However, after lying for a while, she was woken up by Yue Lingchen again. "Yue Xin, don't lie down. You'll fall asleep again."
Yue Xin looked unhappy. She didn't understand why Yue Lingchen, who was clearly working, seemed to have eyes on the top of his head and could always know what she was doing.
