Mingzhao also suffered along with Qiaozhen. How could he feel good seeing his beloved anxious?

Just as Qiao Zhen was once again using the excuse of working overtime to stay at Ming's, Ming Zhao went to find her somewhat dejectedly, only to find Qiao Zhen fast asleep on the table.

She's probably been suffering from insomnia these past few days because of worries, and only at Ming's can she sleep peacefully. Ming Zhao naturally felt sorry for her when he saw this, and now that the weather was getting cold, he took off his coat and draped it over Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen was awakened by a faint sound. She groggily opened her eyes, as if a layer of fog obscured her vision. She strained her eyes to make out the person in front of her. The person concealed their artwork with a piece of white paper. "What are you doing here?"

Mingzhao's heart tightened. He had only let her overthink for a few days, yet she was already so wary of him. Their progress was slowing down and even regressing. He looked at the blank paper. "What confidential information is it that I can't see?"

Qiao Zhen didn't answer. It was just a conditioned reflex, and saying it out loud would only hurt people.

Mingzhao didn't press further. "I'll take you back." He turned around, his back view inexplicably forlorn.

Qiao Zhen followed silently behind him, carefully considering her words before daring to speak, "Um, I didn't mean to just now, I covered it up because I didn't recognize it."

"Hmm." Mingzhao responded coldly, clearly seeing through her and not believing her explanation.

Qiao Zhen pinched his sleeve in a conciliatory way, "Are you angry? I'm sorry."

When she acted coquettishly, Mingzhao couldn't help but soften. "Look, if I don't act coquettishly, you will, so why don't I act coquettishly instead? Aren't we a match made in heaven?"

The worries of the past few days inexplicably vanished, and Qiao Zhen raised her hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, you're a match made in heaven, so let you do as you please."