The studio was moving along methodically.
Everyone seemed to see a higher path; as long as they worked hard, they would go further.
Lan Xin Ai watched everyone's busy backs, curled a smile at the corner of her mouth, and turned into her own office.
…
Having fussed all day, Lan Ruowei was already exhausted. As soon as her tired body touched the warm soft bed, she fell into a deep sleep within moments.
Late at night, slightly cool, the night wind lifted the curtains.
Outside the curtains, a shadow flashed past, finally brazenly opening the window and slipping inside.
Yi Bei casually patted his hands, stood by the window, and looked at Lan Ruowei sleeping with her legs spread like a big character, sneering at the corner of his mouth.
What an ugly sleeping posture!
The next second, Yi Bei lifted a corner beside Lan Ruowei and slipped in.
Roughly a few minutes passed.
Two pairs of eyes met; one pair was full of bright glimmers, the other wide with fear.
"Ah!"
