Chenxing listened carefully, feeling she gained a lot from the exchange with the butler, then she went online to research old customs, to see what she should avoid and pay attention to.
The clock on the wall had flipped to twelve, Chenxing let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
Watching sheets of paper being ejected from the printer, she researched each one thoroughly, making sure they were flawless. With a heavy press of the stapler. OK. Done. So sleepy.
Shaocheng was still deep in sleep, his hand, which was wrapped around his waist, had unwound. Alone, he lay on the chair, asleep.
And Chenxing, sneering at him. She, who was most afraid of him sleeping and not waking up, would always playfully squeeze his nose to wake him up. Tonight, she had tucked him in again.
The thought of him brought her peace, she prayed silently: Shaocheng, don't wake up, sleep some more, get a full sleep.
The room was quiet.
Chenxing shifted, continuing to take care of things within her ability.