Leng Zimo heard the sound, turned his face, and smiled as he stretched out his hand to pull her to sit on his lap.
"When did you get here?"
"I just arrived, did you wait long?!"
"How could I?"
Leng Zimo folded the manuscript paper in his hands, glanced outside the balcony, and only then noticed that it was already dark outside.
Since waking up in the afternoon, he had been working on this piece, and hours had passed unknowingly.
"Are you hungry? I brought something delicious for you!" Luo Xiaoqian smiled and touched his face, "But... it wasn't made by me, a nutritionist made it. I've been a bit lazy lately."
Leng Zimo raised his hand to touch her small face, "Are you a bit tired?!"
"No, I just feel like I can never get enough sleep." Luo Xiaoqian leaned her face on his shoulder and yawned, "What are you writing?"
