He walked over, wrapped her in his arms, his thin lips pressed against the top of her head on her soft hair, and he softly asked, "Are you tired, hmm?"
"Yes, so tired..." Su Yan lazily responded, leaning into his chest, her eyes closed, "Standing all day, wearing such high heels, try it yourself."
Shen Chizheng chuckled softly, "A day of tiredness in exchange for a lifetime of happiness, it's worth it."
Su Yan tightened her arms around his waist, "True."
She was truly exhausted, and as she leaned into his embrace, she unknowingly fell asleep.
"Yanyan?"
Shen Chizheng called her name a few times, but she did not respond.
He held her and sat on the sofa for a while, then laid her onto the bed.
With hands intertwined at Su Yan's waist, Shen Chizheng lay down beside her.
She was asleep, but he was without the slightest hint of sleepiness.
Time ticked away second by second, an entire night, in fact, was short.
...
When Su Yan woke up the next day, it was nine in the morning.
