After drinking half a glass of water, Fang Zhi nudged his arm and shook her head slightly, "I don't want to drink anymore."

The man gave a soft "hmm" and stopped what he was doing.

Fang Zhi cleared her throat, and the water made her feel much better. Her attention shifted from her sore throat to why her husband was still home at this hour.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Brother, didn't you go to work?"

"Forgot today is your day off?" Qi Shen's lips curled up slightly as he glanced at her. "You must have been exhausted last night."

He answered casually as he turned to put the cup down.

Only after the man reminded her did she realize it was a day off. He hadn't had a day off in weeks, so she'd forgotten. But a day off is a day off, why did she have to fill in that last sentence!

It's all because of his fault, and his blatant act of bringing it up is really infuriating!

Looking at his clean-cut and handsome profile, Fang Zhi suddenly thought of a question.

She clenched her fist under the covers and asked, "Brother, will you tell Sister Lin's husband about what happened in the group chat?"

Qi Shen's handsome features remained unmoved, his demeanor nonchalant. "Why should I tell him?"

It's his problem if Shi Yan doesn't discover it; the longer he discovers it, the more time Lin Yisheng gets to see a man's naked body.

What does this have to do with him?

Is he an intelligence agent or a teacher? Does he have to assign responsibility for reporting intelligence to everyone?

"What?" Qi Shen's eyes were deep as he stared intently into Fang Zhi's eyes. "You still want to keep watching?"

Fang Zhi shook his head. "No."

"Are you still writing?"

"I'm not writing anymore."

Upon hearing this, Qi Shen curved his lips into a smile, his narrow eyes half-closed, "Brother wants to know why you wrote these."

If it were her perspective, he could understand it a little, after all, she was with Lin Yisheng and An Nuo...

Let's not talk about it.

But the little girl writing it herself was beyond his comprehension.

The man's serious expression startled Fang Zhi. She feigned composure and said, "I just wanted to write for fun. Sister An said it's a form of literary creation." She didn't intend to let her brother know that she was doing it to make money.

Qi Shen's eyes, visible behind his spotless glasses, were deep and calm. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "Is that so?"

"Um."

"Zhizhi, get up and wash up. It's time to come downstairs for breakfast." Qi Shen changed the subject in a gentle tone.

Fang Zhi didn't know whether he believed it or not.