The night was hazy.
Mo Chuxi, draped in a robe, half-lay on the bed.
He lifted his deep gaze toward the little woman sitting at the desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen.
"Mrs. Mo, it's time to sleep."
"Go ahead and sleep by yourself. I must finish this drawing tonight. Tomorrow I'll discuss the competition with my mentor."
"How can I sleep without you by my side?"
"You've been sleeping just fine for so many years without me by your side."
"..."
Yan Xinxin didn't even lift her head as she casually replied.
Mo Chuxi felt a sudden pang in his chest, and at this moment, he truly wished Mu Qianyuan's primary personality could defeat this secondary personality of Yan Xinxin.
Because whenever she was Mu Qianyuan, she was unbelievably obedient.
He could do whatever he wanted—he didn't even need to lift a finger, and she would stick to him like a clingy little kitten.
