He then asked, "Would you like to rest, sir?"
Chu Heng was reading intensely—the majority were the caravan's account books. During his time in He County, he had to supervise the riverside every day, only attending to some important elders and issuing commands.
Only now that he had returned did he have time to read in detail.
Hearing Ye Muyu's voice, for some reason, he felt as if a feather had brushed against the tip of his heart.
It was slightly ticklish, and his body also felt a bit warm.
"You rest first," Chu Heng said softly, his thin lips moving to utter two words. His gaze seemed fixed on the account book, yet he didn't turn the page for a long time.
Ye Muyu, standing far away, did not notice.
She walked to the bedside, extinguished the oil lamp, and the room darkened instantly, leaving only the lamp beside the soft couch still burning.
