Looking down, a puddle of crystal-clear drool had soaked her clothes.
Caught between laughter and tears, she carefully cradled Jingxing and lay him on the sofa, covering him with a thin blanket.
Sitting on the sofa, gazing at the sleeping Jingxing and the familiar office, memories surged back one after another.
Taking a deep breath, she silently told herself not to think about it anymore.
Everything has already passed.
The past laughter, tears, and pain, all of it is gone.
Thankfully, she has made it through.
Who hasn't experienced unrequited love when they were young?
The meeting lasted even longer than Lu Yin had anticipated, and after it ended, he returned to the president's office.
As he pushed the door open, he saw the two of them sleeping on the sofa.
Jingxing was lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, his little face red and flushed as he slept. Lin Qinqin lay turned towards Jingxing, half-leaning on the sofa, looking quite uncomfortable.
