He had no choice but to cough twice more.

Unfortunately, Ning Lang was too sleepy and did not wake up.

He rolled his eyes, amused, and whispered, "Thief! Thief's here!"

Ning Lang frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

Sheng Xuan deliberately raised her voice, "Wake up! Otherwise you'll be sleeping on the streets tonight!"

The loud voice finally woke up the sleeping Ning Lang.

After days of hard work, Ning Lang was exhausted. Now that she finally had some time to lie down and sleep, she really didn't want to move at all.

She couldn't open her eyes, and instinctively hugged his coat, nuzzling him affectionately.

At that moment, Sheng Xuan's ears turned slightly red.

There is a famous love saying in S country: "Holding your clothes is like holding your heart; from now on, our hearts are close, just as our clothes are close."

Ning Lang was sleeping so soundly that she didn't realize she was sleeping on the sofa. Just as she was about to turn over in her sleep, Sheng Xuan was startled and rushed forward, kneeling on the carpet and catching her as she fell!

"Hmm..." Ning Lang was also startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

In a daze, she shook her head and bumped into him.

At that moment, both of them were stunned.

She was still sleepy, her usual wise and calm demeanor gone, replaced by a dazed and confused look, like a cute but helpless doll.

He was stunned.

For some reason, he instinctively felt his heart pound several times faster, his breath caught in his throat, and deep inside, he suddenly became incredibly soft, as if he had melted into water.

Ning Lang blinked, then quickly closed her eyes again, as if she were about to fall asleep, and nestled against his shoulder.

“…I’m sleepy,” she murmured.

It wasn't the usual calm and unhurried tone, but a soft and gentle one, like a kitten's paw gently resting on his heartstrings, leaving him stunned.

He swallowed hard, breathing carefully, and hooked his large hand around her slender legs, gently lifting her up.

She was as light as I remembered, just as light as when I carried her out of the classroom that year.

Why is she still so thin! I need to fatten her up properly so that she can—stop! What was he thinking?!

He awkwardly rolled his eyes, composed himself, and carried her out of the office, into the private elevator.

Knowing that she usually parks her car outside, he pressed the button for the first floor instead of the underground parking lot.

Sure enough, her car was parked at the entrance.

He nodded slightly to the security guard and said in a low voice, "The lights in the top-floor office are still on. Just turn off the power."

The security guard nodded hurriedly, not daring to look at the person in his arms, but just chuckled softly.

Sheng Xuan was a little embarrassed, but pretended to be calm and carried Ning Lang down the stairs.

A cold wind was blowing outside, and snowflakes were drifting down.

He was afraid the snowflakes would fall on her, so he bent down slightly and slowly walked to the back seat of the SUV.

"Langlang... Hey! Wake up! Take out the car keys!"

Ning Lang was woken up again by him and struggled to get down.

Unexpectedly, he held her tightly, his voice gentle: "Don't move, it's very cold outside with the snow. Open the car door, and I'll carry you inside."

Ning Lang reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out his keys.

Sheng Xuan awkwardly opened the car door and carried her to the back seat.

The dim lighting in the car made Ning Lang sleepy again. She nuzzled against the leather seat, found a more comfortable spot, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.

Sheng Xuan glanced at her with affection without realizing it, picked up the coat that had fallen off, pulled it up, and covered her with it.

Then, he took the keys and went straight to the front seat.