With this writing, the sky was completely dark.
By the time it was almost her bedtime, Ye Muyu had just finished writing more than three thousand words today. She yawned, feeling utterly satisfied as she looked at the paper in front of her.
Coincidentally, there was a noise at the door.
Ye Muyu was too far away to hear clearly, but when Chu Heng reached the door, she knew he was back.
Sure enough, the next second, Chu Heng lifted the curtain and walked in. His clothes were somewhat dirty, as if he had been training personally.
"You're finally back? Are you tired?" Ye Muyu hurriedly approached him.
Chu Heng raised his hand, wanting to rub her head, but seeing the dust on his body, he immediately stopped and didn't let Ye Muyu get close: "I'll go wash up and change clothes first."
"Hmm, I want to eat pickled vegetable noodles."
Returning at this late hour, he felt a bit hungry.
