Chu Zhiyi stammered, which made it clear she was feeling guilty.
Yan Jingting tilted his head as if to look toward her study, but Chu Zhiyi immediately stood in front of him, blocking his view.
"You're not done yet?" he asked quite calmly.
Chu Zhiyi said, "Almost, just a little bit left to do."
In reality, she had finished writing the draft in just two hours, and there was only a bit of proofreading left.
"Don't drink too much tea, dinner is soon, what do you want to eat?"
"Seafood!"
"No, your period is almost here."
Chu Zhiyi could only list a few home-cooked dishes.
Yan Jingting smiled and nodded, letting her continue her work.
Watching his retreating back, Chu Zhiyi heaved a sigh of relief, feeling guilty like a thief, closed those files, and opened the document to finish proofreading the draft.
The arrival of her period was something Chu Zhiyi could never predict.
Yan Jingting mentioned it in the afternoon, and that night, she was woken up by the pain.
