The office lights dimmed, leaving only the faint glow of the computer screen shining on the man working at the desk, casting a hazy silhouette behind him.
Mo Shangjun lay on the sofa, covered by a thin blanket. As the air conditioner was set to a higher temperature, the sleeping temperature was just right.
The soft, gentle blanket seemed rarely used, and with a subtle sniff, it was as if she could sense his scent.
The sound of keyboard typing accompanied Mo Shangjun as she fell asleep.
Her sleep was light, occasionally opening her eyes to wake up. But upon seeing the man working at the computer, Mo Shangjun always closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
On and off, Mo Shangjun slept for two hours.
