The room was tranquil.
Su Ran nestled on the sofa, chatting on her phone with Ye Zhichen for a while, then quietly watched Fu Qiyuan work.
The spacious office was quiet, occasionally punctuated by the sound of a pen scratching on paper.
The man sat with a straight back, looking down at the documents on his desk. The light in the room cast a shadow across his face, and on the floor, a perfect silhouette emitted an allure that stirred the imagination.
Su Ran watched him like this, and as she watched, her eyelids began to feel heavy, gradually she closed her eyes.
The office was unusually quiet, so quiet that the breaths of the two could be heard.
Fu Qiyuan kept an eye on Su Ran, and when he saw her fall asleep on the sofa, he immediately closed the documents.
Perhaps she was truly exhausted, Su Ran slept deeply, so deep that when Fu Qiyuan picked her up, she did not wake up.