During bedtime, Zhu Qianying cuddled up against Young Master Yan, resting her chin on his shoulder and swinging her legs comfortably.
"My mom is quite worried about you, she's scared that you're overworking. She specifically asked me to relay a message to you to cut down on the overtime and take care of your health!"
Young Master Yan lifted her chin with his hand, looking directly into her eyes.
"Were these words coming from my mom, or were they your own?"
Zhu Qianying raised her palm, swearing, "Of course they're from my mom!"
Young Master Yan leaned in, aiming a peck at her lips.
"And what about you?"
"What about me?" Zhu Qianying acted dumb.
"Do you worry about me?" Young Master Yan pressed his forehead against hers, their eyelashes often getting tangled when they blinked at the same time.
At first, Zhu Qianying was the one who discovered this phenomenon. She liked to play, occasionally pressing her head against his and blinking her eyes for fun.
