The lamp in the study was still on, and Beigong Cang finally lifted his head, ending a night of overtime. He looked out the window, and though the curtains blocked the light, the sunlight still shone in.
He hadn't slept all night. He leaned back in his swivel chair, exhausted, massaging his brow. His gaze shifted to Qianning, who was sitting beside the desk. She had already fallen asleep on the tabletop.
Perhaps because the position was uncomfortable for her, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her breathing was rapid. Her hair, which had tumbled down, covered half of her face, making her lips look especially red and luscious.
Beigong Cang reached out to sweep away the disheveled hair, his fingers inadvertently touching Qianning's delicate skin.
With a murmur from Qianning, deep in sleep, he immediately stopped his movements.