In reality, Liang Chen was not sleepy at all. Seeing Jing Haohao lying on his bed, he didn't bear to disturb her. Now that his work had momentarily ceased and he was somewhat tired, he only wanted to lie down and rest a while.
But, to his surprise, once he lied down, he fell fast asleep.
Jing Haohao lay in his embrace with her eyes closed, not having fallen asleep. They are both dressed, but through her clothing, she was distinctly aware of the heat radiating from his body.
Time ticked away and soon, it was eight in the evening.
There was silent serenity in the whole office, adorned by the starlight from the window. Jing Haohao softly opened her eyes, gently removed Liang Chen's hand from her, crawled out of his embrace, and walked into the kitchen.
There were readily available ingredients in the kitchen. Jing Haohao casually picked a few, stir-fried three dishes and made a bowl of soup.
