Mo Shangjun quickly fell asleep on the sofa.
The autumn wind was gradually getting cooler, and Ya Tianxing covered her with a blanket.
Still drowsy, she wrapped the blanket around herself, enveloping her whole body. Her strikingly long legs bent, lying on her side, revealing a small half of her side face. Her eyelashes were long and lush, and her soft hair spread out. The sunlight outside was just right, and the room was filled with light. Her skin was pale and tender, her lines were soft, and her usual aggressive nature was much gentler.
With the passing of time, her childishness gradually faded, but her temperament slowly settled in the ebbs of time.
Standing quietly by the sofa for a moment, Ya Tianxing turned his head to look at the bright sunlight outside. Beyond a few buildings lay a stretch of mountains, the scenery at its best.
Ya Tianxing returned to the desk to handle the backlog of work accumulated over recent days.
