Wen Sheng noticed that recently Fu Yanlin had been acting like a kid, always wanting to stick by her side, as if he wished they could be together every single moment.
He had an astonishing amount of stamina, still full of energy and ready to continue working after a vigorous sweat.
Wen Sheng was a bit tired and nestled on the sofa playing with her phone, occasionally glancing in Fu Yanlin's direction and noticing he was focusing on writing code.
When she first moved in, Zhu Qingjia had given Wen Sheng a big, soft Italian leather sofa, saying she could lie flat on it if she got tired from working in the study at night.
Wen Sheng didn't know whether lying flat was comfortable, but she knew Fu Yanlin couldn't stop praising the sofa, repeatedly commending Zhu Qingjia's taste for its robust and durable design.
An imported Italian leather sofa that nearly cost six figures, could it be anything but sturdy?
