The living room was lit only by a night light, casting a soft glow on Jiang Yi's face and elongating the curve of her eyelashes.
Her skin was delicate, with stray bangs clinging to her forehead, and her damp, long hair almost spreading over one armrest of the sofa.
Wen Suihan knew that Jiang Yi was waiting for him to return...
After a moment, Wen Suihan finally picked her up from the sofa chair.
Perhaps the sudden feeling of being lifted made the sleeping Jiang Yi lose her sense of security, and she clutched at Wen Suihan's shirt front as she opened her eyes.
Seeing Wen Suihan's face so close, Jiang Yi's eyes appeared bewildered for a moment.
Soon, she came to her senses, and with a tight embrace around Wen Suihan's neck, pressed closely against his chest, "Are you done with your work?"
"Hmm," Wen Suihan replied, hugging Jiang Yi as he approached the hotel's large bed.
He bent down to place Jiang Yi on the bed, but she was unwilling to let go, just smiling at him.
