President Xi Yuan's first debacle

Earlston, Scotland, 17:00;

Rong Xinghe lowered her gaze from the book she had been reading to her darling. It'd been about one hour since he had fallen asleep on the couch itself, his head on her lap. He must've been tired, she inferred. Did he have to get up so soon to prepare meals? Couldn't he leave things to the staff for his own sake, for once? Such a stubborn man he was. 

As she was almost done with her novel, the woman shut it close, a yawn escaping her mouth. The girl leaned back a little, stretching both her arms, before bringing them to cup Xi Yuan's face. Planting a tender peck against his forehead then, Rong Xinghe rested her own head against the couch edge, closing her eyes to relax them for a bit, only to be drawn to a sweet peaceful slumber.