She knows he's busy, that he's not spending time with her simply because he's busy.
Yet Fu Cai still feels neglected.
She keeps her eyes shut, ignoring him, while the sound of rustling reaches her ears as Zhao Baoyan takes off his coat.
He seems to have casually thrown his clothes on the floor, his tall silhouette standing there, making the sleeping person on the bed appear even smaller.
Zhao Baoyan pulls his shirt out from his waistband and, not bothering to shower after taking it off, just stands by the bed for a while.
Fu Cai turns over, shielding her eyes with her hand, and then slowly opens them.
"Ah, you're back, how come you make no noise?"
Zhao Baoyan's eyes hold a smile, a victor's demeanor from some banquet, as he bends down and slides his hand into the covers, holding Fu Cai's small hand.
"Caicai, I'm tired and sleepy, don't want to move."
"Then why aren't you sleeping?"
Zhao Baoyan tugs her outwards with a bit of force, "But I haven't showered."