Cute

Yang Ruqin was buried under a mountain of her half-completed sketches. She had sent in the finalized drawings a couple of days ago and had worked very hard with her team to design the clothes as similar to the drawings as possible. Today, she was finally catching a break and it was in the form of sleeping like a dead body on a couch. Crumbled paper littered the floor, occupying the areas on the couch that her body didn't touch. She was snoring in blissful oblivion when a rough knock at her door jolted her awake. Her heart drummed at the memory of waking up to Mu Ting's rash banging on her door. Even though it was in the past, her brain could never forget the terror she felt.