Ningyan slept sprawled in the middle of the bed like a fallen starfish, completely unguarded.
His robe had slipped loose on his body, exposing a sliver of pale collarbone, and his hair was ruffled in soft disarray across the pillow.
He snored quietly, heart-shaped lips parted in a way that made Yan Wuhen's gaze linger longer than it should have.
Every so often, Wuhen glanced at him before forcing his attention back to the scroll in his hands.
He hated work like this. Tedious. Boring. But avoiding his father's wrath required sacrifices, and unfortunately, this was one of them.
Once he finished, he rolled up the scroll and left the chamber.
Moments later, he strode straight into his sister's room, where Yan Qinghe was sound asleep, curled around Tu Lanyin.
Lanyin's fluffy bunny tail was tucked neatly against Qinghe's chest, the two of them breathing in perfect sync.
Yan Wuhen frowned. "Qinghe!"
