In the following days, Yan Xinxin stayed in the room, fully engrossed in completing her design drafts.
Mo Chuxi brought in a small table, allowing Yan Xinxin to work on her drafts while lying in bed.
She barely left the bed the entire time.
As he lounged on the bed, his tone casual, he shifted his gaze from his phone to the woman meticulously working on her draft.
Her lowered gaze and concentrated expression exuded an inexplicable charm.
Mo Chuxi sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Stop it, I'm running out of time,"
Yan Xinxin nudged him away.
"Brother Xi just wants to hug my little Yuan, not disturb you."
His tone was extraordinarily tender and sincere, causing Yan Xinxin's hand, holding the tweezers, to pause briefly before she bowed her head and continued working.
After days of effort, Yan Xinxin's final submission for the design competition was finally complete!
