Wen Suihan was indeed very busy.
After finishing the late-night snack Zhang Cheng had brought in, Jiang Yi lay sprawled alone on the sofa chair, listlessly scrolling through her phone.
Through the large glass floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Ye City shone all night long.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yi wasn't in the mood to enjoy them.
She had waited for Wen Suihan for two hours, and it was now nearing midnight, but he was still working.
Jiang Yi was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. As she watched the time tick by second by second on her phone, she didn't realize when she had fallen asleep in the sofa chair.
What time Wen Suihan returned to the bedroom, Jiang Yi didn't know.
All she knew was that she seemed to have been picked up into the air and then gently set back down.
The mattress beneath her compressed slightly under her weight before returning to its original state.
Jiang Yi slowly opened her eyes to find Wen Suihan's face up close.
