Qin Muchuan has been pulling consecutive all-nighters for two straight days, endlessly socializing, and he comes home every day visibly intoxicated, clearly having had quite a few drinks.
His alcohol tolerance is usually extraordinary. Even when it is as late as eleven or twelve midnight, he first enters his study, opens his laptop, and busily taps away at various sets of data.
Lin Xiangwan, who has not slept at all, watches his strenuous work and says with a heavy heart,
Qin Muchuan, his eyes filled with red blood vessels, pulls Lin Xiangwan to his side, and with a forceful tug, she finds herself sitting next to him.
Lin Xiangwan obediently cuddles up to him, and raising her hand, gently strokes his wearied face. "You must be tired from work. I heard from your assistant that you didn't even eat lunch!"
Qin Muchuan brushes it off. "That's how I am when I'm working. I get so engrossed that I forget!"
