Wen Xiangyang's mind was in a mess.
Mu Lingqian, what on earth do you mean?
Wen Xiangyang sighed.
She took out her computer, allowed Xiao Q to stay aside, then continued to type. Not going to work, Mu Lingqian not coming home, the only thing she could do was to write novels.
Wen Xiangyang wrote until the afternoon. Sitting for too long, her back felt uncomfortable and her neck was sore. Whether it was due to the weather or lack of rest, she started yawning, becoming sleepy, and eventually fell asleep on her workstation with the computer.
Seeing Wen Xiangyang asleep, Xiao Q curled up its tail and lay at her feet, starting to nap along with her.
Sunlight streamed in from the window, shining on the computer desk. The varying shades of deep blue and lively water blue on the walls, filling the entire open space intermittently, the sunlight flowed freely throughout the room, making the orange workstation exceptionally beautiful.