1.27

"My Lord, you came to see me today; is there something wrong?"

Wang Zefeng looked at Wushuang, who was looking at him with pure eyes, sighed, and his expression became a little bitter.

"I came to see you because you haven't been to the government office properly for several days. I know you are avoiding me. You don't have to do this. If you don't like me, I won't harass you anymore."

Wushuang exclaimed in confusion, "When did I start hiding from Wang Zefeng?"

But looking at Wang Zefeng's expression, Wushuang thought about it. It seemed that when she went to the government office to report these few days, every time she saw Wang Zefeng, he seemed to want to say something to her. But Wushuang was so focused on clothes that she didn't notice Wang Zefeng's emotions at all.

She patted her forehead and said helplessly, "Sir, you think too much; I am not hiding from you."

Seeing that Wang Zefeng still didn't believe her, Wushuang said directly, "Why don't you come with me to see what I've been busy with recently?"

Wang Zefeng followed Wushuang half-believingly and was led to the study by her. He felt both sour and sweet in his heart. The sour part was that he suspected Wushuang was just being perfunctory with him. The sweet thing was that if Wushuang really came and went in a hurry these past two days because she was too busy and not avoiding him, then does it mean that he also has some hope?

Wushuang's study had been a mess these days, with drawings that she had abandoned halfway through scattered all over the place. She had been inside before and didn't notice it, but now that she brought someone here, she found that there was no place to step once she entered the door.

Oh great, I've invited a man who clearly has a crush on me into my disaster zone of a study. Complete social failure, Wushuang.

Wushuang regretted bringing Wang Zefeng to her study room and touched her nose to ease the embarrassment. She said to Wang Zefeng, embarrassedly, "I've been busy these past two days and haven't cleaned it up yet, so it's a bit messy."

Wang Zefeng waved his hand and bent down to pick up a few pieces of paper that had fallen on the ground. When unfolded, the paper ball was filled with drawings of semi-finished clothing effects.

Wang Zefeng looked at Wushuang and said, "You are really busy. Looking at the amount of paintings you have done, you haven't slept, have you?"

Wushuang scratched her cheek, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly, "I should go to sleep. I remember that I would fall asleep immediately when I felt sleepy, and then continue painting when I woke up."

Wang Zefeng looked at the desk, where there was a pile of neatly arranged, obviously already drawn clothing renderings. He waded through the crumpled pieces of paper on the floor and walked to the desk. He reached out, picked up the pile of clothing renderings, and counted them. Then he looked at Wushuang and shook the pile of clothing patterns in his hand.

"Ninety-four in total. You drew so many in just a few days. Are you sure you took a break?"

Wushuang was originally very sure, but after Wang Zefeng said that, she was no longer sure. At her speed, even including the rejected drafts, she wouldn't be able to produce so many pictures in just a few days. She could only draw so many pictures if she stayed up late unconsciously.

**So maybe, just maybe, the intense urge to nap in random places all week wasn't me being dramatically artistic, but rather sleep deprivation. Noted.**

Wushuang rubbed her forehead. She wouldn't have felt anything if she hadn't heard it, but now that it was revealed, she suddenly felt sleepy. Moreover, she felt so sleepy that she wanted to lie down and sleep immediately. As soon as this feeling appeared, Wushuang knew that she had indeed stayed up late for a long time. It's just that she was so focused on doing one thing before that she didn't notice it. Because she slept in between, she thought she got enough sleep.

Seeing Wushuang's eyes becoming misty for a moment, Wang Zefeng suddenly lost all his complicated and lost feelings, and was left with only heartache.

"You work so hard that you don't care about your life. You'd better be careful about your health if you work so hard. Look how sleepy you are; go to sleep now and don't stay here any longer."

Wushuang resisted the urge to yawn and insisted, "Then I will see you off, sir."

Wang Zefeng pressed Wushuang, who was about to send him off, and said, "No, I can go by myself. Go to bed quickly; staying up too late is bad for your health."

After giving Wushuang instructions, he left happily. Wushuang was so sleepy that she didn't insist on seeing him off. As soon as Wang Zefeng left, she turned into the small room inside the study, where a beauty couch was placed. Wushuang had been resting on this beauty bed during this period. Although it is a little small, it is enough.

With a loud yawn, Wushuang fell onto the beauty couch. She pulled the quilt beside her and covered herself with it, and fell asleep the next moment.

Wushuang slept for a whole day and night. When she woke up, it was already the next morning. She sat up refreshed, got off the beauty bed, and walked outside. The study room outside had been cleaned. All the half-finished drafts that Wushuang had discarded were neatly sorted out and placed aside.

Maybe a little bit of sleep was all I needed to feel like a human again. Also, did a cleaning fairy come by? If only I could pay them in exposure because I'm still broke as a ceramic cup after a toddler's birthday party.

Wushuang didn't think much about it. This house must have been cleaned by her mother, Mrs. Bai.

Wushuang was about to go out for a look, but as soon as she stepped out of the door, she was bumped into on the leg by a round-headed little guy. When Wushuang lowered her head, she saw the fat and round little tiger hugging her thigh. Seeing Wushuang looking at it, it roared at her in a baby voice.

Wushuang bent down, picked up the little tiger, and shook it in her arms. She kissed its furry head again and said, "You little guy, you are getting fat too fast. You are so young, yet you are so heavy that I can't even hold you."

As she was speaking, she heard Mrs. Bai calling Little Tiger in the distance. "Fatty, where have you been hiding? Come out now and don't disturb your little master."

Soon, Mrs. Bai saw Wushuang holding the little tiger and walked over immediately. She looked at the little tiger lying in Wushuang's arms and helplessly reached out and tapped the little tiger's head. "You, I told you not to run around, but you woke up your little master."

Wushuang rubbed its furry head and said, "It wasn't it that woke me up; I woke up on my own. Mom, did you give it a name? Fatty?"

Mrs. Bai laughed and said, "That's not really a name; I just called it that because it looks fat. This little guy is a tiger after all, so he needs a nice name. I'm still waiting for you to give him one."

Wushuang had already thought of a name for the little tiger, but she had never made up her mind. She thought for a moment and said, "This little guy lost his mother not long after he was born, and almost became someone else's meal. His life was full of misfortunes. Although I raised it to protect my family, I also hope that it can live in peace for the rest of its life, so let's call it Ping An."

"Ping An."

Mrs. Bai repeated the name and found it very fitting. Looking at the little tiger still acting coquettishly in Wushuang's arms, Mrs. Bai touched its head. "Little Ping'an, you have a name now. Your little master gave you the name Ping'an."

Ping An seemed to understand that these two words were his own name. As soon as Mrs. Bai called, it looked at Mrs. Bai and let out a baby-like howl, as if in response.

Wushuang also called out, "Ping'an." The little tiger tilted its head to look at Wushuang and also responded with a cry.

Note to self: If Ping An grows into his paws, I'm going to need to budget for a serious amount of meat. Oh, and training—preferably something that keeps him from turning into the neighborhood menace.