She stood in the corner by the door like a kicked puppy, mumbling for a good while before finally speaking:
"I… I can just sit on the stool…"
"Fine."
Fang Shuwen waved his hand dismissively.
"Do as you please."
He hadn't known what it felt like to lie in a bed for several days.
Luo Shuqing always hogged his bed.
Today, he really didn't want to sit on the stool again, so he simply sat cross-legged on the bed with no intention of leaving.
Luo Shuqing watched him for a moment, then, after some thought, quietly sat down on the chair.
Time slowly passed. At first, she managed to sit still.
But gradually, she started fidgeting as if she had ants in her pants, shifting back and forth.
The chair was too hard. After sitting for so long, her whole body ached, even with a backrest.
She wanted to sneakily stand up and stretch, but seeing Fang Shuwen meditating, she hesitated for a long time, not daring to disturb him.
In the end, she fell asleep slumped over the desk.
