Zhao Meimei fell asleep groggily with the help of alcohol, and when she woke up, it was already past eleven at night. She habitually called out "Brother" as she got up and heard Shi Yang's voice coming from the study.
Wobbly, Zhao Meimei headed to the study. She pushed the door open and saw Shi Yang sitting in front of the computer, typing away.
Shi Yang shifted his gaze from the computer screen and looked at Zhao Meimei, "Awake?"
Zhao Meimei moved closer, sat on the chair next to Shi Yang, and leaned back stretching lazily, "Yeah, Brother, my head hurts."
Shi Yang glanced at her, didn't say anything, and continued typing away on the keyboard, especially focused.
Zhao Meimei played the pity card but didn't get the comfort she expected. She paused and turned to Shi Yang, questioning, "Brother?"
Shi Yang didn't even turn his head, "Hmm?"
Zhao Meimei whined, "My head really hurts."
Shi Yang let out an "oh" in response, his hands still moving.
