Upon hearing that, he looked up: "Mm, you sleep first. I'll come over once I'm done."
"Don't stay up too late, take care of your health." Ye Muyu tirelessly reminded him, walking over to extinguish the oil lamp, leaving only one lit by the soft couch.
Lying on the bed, Ye Muyu turned her head to look at Chu Heng's profile, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
While she slept, Chu Heng glanced up, his eyes carrying a tender gaze.
Soon, several secret letters appeared and were sent out.
Simultaneously, he received replies, and as Chu Heng read the content on the envelope, his expression turned cold.
He quickly wrote a reply.
By the time Chu Heng was finished with his work, the sky was no longer early.
A hint of chill settled on him as he closed the window, blew out the oil lamp, patted away nonexistent dust from his clothes, channeled Inner Strength to warm himself before lifting his foot, walking to the bed, lifting the quilt, and lying down.
