Doesn't she know that when she is tired, she should go to her room to rest?
Fang Zhi observed her from the doorway with a furrowed brow, watching her sleep so deeply.
He sighed deeply, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.
He strode forward a few steps, bent down, and lifted Lin Shu into his arms.
She was light, even lighter than a few months ago.
Fang Zhi weighed her in his arms, wondering what she had been eating. How could she remain so thin and never gain weight?
Has she had too many pressing tasks lately to even find time to eat?
Fang Zhi carried Lin Shu to her room and carefully tucked in the blanket.
Looking at her innocently sleeping face, his fingers uncontrollably traced her cheek.
It was soft, smooth, and felt nice.
She looked innocent when she was asleep and nothing like when she was awake - always on alert like a small animal, ready to bare her harmless tiny fangs at any disturbance.
