"Sir, I have already cleared everything up here."
Just then, Lianxin's gentle voice reached his ears.
Wen Zhixing slightly lifted his head and opened his eyes. The sight that met him was Lianxin, kneeling before him. Their eyes met for a moment, and her pretty face immediately turned red, her slender white hands nervously pinching the hem of her clothes.
The next moment, Lianxin succumbed, her gaze darting around, displaying a shy demeanor.
"Thank you for your hard work," Wen Zhixing chuckled.
"It's what I should do." Lianxin's voice was hesitant as she lowered her head and said softly, "Sir, perhaps you'd like to rest? The bed... has been made up too."
Not far from her side was a soft, large bed that looked brand new. On top of it lay a neatly spread, clean white brocade quilt, emitting a faint, fresh scent.
"Hmm?"
Upon seeing this, Wen Zhixing realized something was amiss.
