Feng An Yu watched Ning Wei cook in his kitchen until he dozed off.
He usually liked to rest in quiet surroundings. But this time, he felt that the sound coming out from his kitchen was quite comforting.
When Ning Wei returned to the living room with a bowl of porridge in her hand, she found Feng An Yu sleeping on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest. Her gaze softened.
She wanted to tell Feng An Yu not to work so hard, but she knew that she did not understand much about his work at the company. Seeing how busy he was, she guessed that the company might be undergoing something. For the past few weeks, Feng An Yu had not invited her to play basketball.
"Brother Feng, wake up," Ning Wei called as she approached. "Your porridge is ready."
Feng An Yu continued to sleep. He was breathing evenly.
"Brother Feng?" Ning Wei placed the bowl on the coffee table. "Feng An Yu?" She crouched next to the sofa while looking at the man. Her brow tightened when she noticed his red face.
