Click.
With his oversized ead, Song Yue inadvertently clicked the left mouse button too hard, making a clear sound that startled the sleeping Ning Xuan.
Ning Xuan’s head moved a few times before she straightened her back, looking at Song Yue with hair that stuck out from sleep.
Caught snoozing, Ning Xuan scratched her nose awkwardly, her gaze shifting elsewhere.
"How was your nap?"
Song Yue asked, looking at her indifferently.
Honest girl Ning Xuan: "It was OK. It’s just that the desk is a bit hard."
Song Yue: ...
Oh, damn.
Song Yue didn’t respond to Ning Xuan, and Ning Xuan didn’t know how to explain herself, so the two of them fell into a long and awkward silence.
One minute.
Two minutes.
...
This isn’t working.
Ning Xuan felt the silence couldn’t go on, and as she was the first to mess up, she ought to at least initiate some conversation, if not make amends.
With this in mind, her eyes darted around in their sockets a few times before her expression suddenly changed, recalling a suspicion she’d had ever since she walked in.
"Erm."
"Isn’t your butt cold, sitting in here all day working?"
Ning Xuan asked seriously, her wording blunt. This was a question she wanted to ask ever since she arrived.
The study was located deep in the corridor, receiving little sunlight, so the large room was filled with nothing but books, and it felt cold and monotonous. She had been sitting here for only a short time and already felt chilly.
He must be freezing, working here all the time!
What if his health suffers from sitting in the cold for so long?
Wouldn’t it be...
Weakness on top of weakness.
Song Yue: ......
Suddenly, he was thinking that it might be better for Ning Xuan to carry on sleeping.
How could a girl speak with no tact? What kind of environment did she grow up in?
Ning Xuan’s attempt at initiating conversation failed. Song Yue remained silent and his expression was even more helpless than before.
The two ended up in another stalemate. Ning Xuan lowered her head and went back to her book.
Seeing this, Song Yue turned his gaze to the slumbering Song Zhan and called out in a baritone voice, "Song Zhan."
"Song Zhan."
Getting no response after two calls, Song Yue prodded him. Then, as Song Zhan woke up bleary-eyed, Song Yue pointed to one side and ordered in a melancholic voice, "Go stand over there and watch."
Just woken up, Song Zhan was still confused: ?
As time went on, several days passed. Jiangqi City welcomed the first rain of early summer. After the rainfall, "Dreaming Twenty-first Century," the show Yu Ting was participating in, premiered at 7 p.m. on Friday, running for two hours with half an hour of commercials.
As the first reality show Yu Ting had participated in, the whole VG company eagerly awaited the audience’s reaction after the show aired.
Yu Ting herself was no different. At this time, Lu Nanchen had gone to the nearby supermarket to replenish household goods, she had just taken a bath, and sat on the bed at seven, her laptop resting on her lap, keeping her eyes on real-time news.
She could only briefly gauge the audience’s reaction tonight. The ratings would not be out until the next day.
As she watched the show with the audience, the sound of Lu Nanchen returning with a large bag of household goods drifted in from outside the room. After putting the soy sauce, soybean paste, and other condiments in the kitchen, he put the garbage bag under the coffee table in the living room, then entered the master bedroom and saw Yu Ting engrossed in her show. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Then, he walked over to the bedside table, bent over, and put a box containing a dozen square-edged small items into the drawer.
"What are you watching?"
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