Soon, her breathing calmed, leaving only the sound of Fu Rong flipping through documents in the room.
Fu Rong glanced at the document, then at Ye Ranran, with an obvious look of affection in his eyes.
Even if it's like this, doing nothing, to him, it's also a kind of happiness.
After finishing the documents, Fu Rong moved to the bedside of Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran's lips were adorned with a smile, her long eyelashes curled up like little fans, casting a tiny shadow beneath her eyes.
Who knows what she dreamt about, causing the corners of her lips to curl up.
Fu Rong's hand paused on her hair, sliding down slowly from her hair to her forehead, and from her forehead to her face.
Sliding along her face, reaching her neck.
Because of the hot weather, Ye Ranran wore a simple T on her upper body and a yellow knee-length skirt below. Unlike ordinary Ts, this shirt didn't have a large neckline.
Even asleep, her neckline was neat and tidy, showing not a hint of messiness.
