Even Nangong Yan could tell that Suming had been off lately.
Sweet nothings and promises of love are an aphrodisiac for women, and for men, ambition, or rather, the motivation and goals for struggle, are what truly stimulate their hormones.
As his bedfellow, Nangong clearly noticed that Suming had been listless recently.
"How about going out to clear your head?" Nangong stroked a lock of hair from her forehead and said, "Could it be that you've been so busy these past six months that you've become numb and that's why you feel aimless? Going out to have fun and relax for a few days might just do the trick. Even as a boss, you need to strike a balance between work and rest."
"You have a point, I labor during the day and at night too; I'm indeed too tired," Suming said with a laugh, glancing at Nangong lying on his chest.
"Cut it out!" Nangong slapped him playfully on the chest and then looked up to ask, "So, where to?"
