It was deep into the night. Two people lay on Zhang Ziwen's bed. Tang Shuni was nestled in his arms, unwilling to return to her bedroom. She just wanted to snuggle a little bit more in his arms. Zhang Ziwen tenderly played with her shiny black hair, occasionally leaning in to take in its scent—it was lovely. He couldn't bear to let this lovable girl leave.
"Brother Wen, did you find your office today?" Tang Shu asked, having heard of his ambitious plans from He Li.
