Su Wanxia laughed in bed for a long time, wanting to sleep some more, but she just couldn't fall back asleep.
Because she really wanted to go see what Mu Yingchen was up to, she got up, just about to put on her shoes, when her clear, dark eyes twinkled. She put aside her high heels, tiptoed barefoot to the door, and stealthily made her way out.
She quietly poked her head out, and to her surprise, she did not see Mu Yingchen at his office desk. Then, stretching out a bit further, she saw Mu Yingchen with his back to her, sitting on the sofa focused on a thick stack of documents.
With a sly smile, she crept up behind him without making a sound, reaching out to snatch the document from his hands. Unexpectedly, as if Mu Yingchen had eyes in the back of his head, he instantly placed the document on the table.
Su Wanxia's hand was left awkwardly hanging in mid-air, exposed before him.
