Lu Qingyi was carried home by Xu Boyan. All the way, she did not stir or show any sign of waking; she was in a very deep slumber.
Xu Boyan gently laid her on the bed and leaned down, softly placing a kiss on her forehead.
The little one had been very tired lately.
Quietly and gently, Xu Boyan helped her out of her jacket, treating her with extreme care throughout the process.
He pulled off her jacket, removed her shoes, and then covered her with a blanket, all done with utmost gentleness and care.
Lu Qingyi slept soundly without stirring even once. If it weren't for the steady rhythm of her breath, Xu Boyan would have feared something was wrong with her.
Usually, she was a light sleeper and could be easily awakened. It was surprising she hadn't woken up now.
It appeared that the little one was truly worn out.
As Xu Boyan picked up Qingyi's coat to hang it, a folded piece of paper fell out from its pocket.
"The little one is always thinking about work."
