"Xiao Yuezhi," Ran Yan's voice was soft.
She was a person with a cold demeanor, but sometimes, when the softness at the bottom of her heart was touched, she would naturally become gentle. Because her gentle moments were rare, they seemed especially moving now.
"Stop it," Xiao Song gritted his teeth, gently pushed her away, and got up to walk to the front of the case file. He sat down cross-legged, pulled out a file, "You should rest early; I have a lot of work at the Government Office these days."
Xiao Song indeed was a man who did not think with only his lower half at any time.
Was this a failure then? Although it was expected, she couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. Ran Yan leaned on the table, sighed softly, and hesitated whether or not to continue clinging to him. She generally did not like to stick to people, and felt somewhat uncomfortable doing clingy things occasionally.
