While the two of them were still nestled together under their shared makeshift bedding—the living room carrying a quiet, lived-in warmth—Mo Yan slept deeply in her stroller a short distance away. And the sofa, Shen Guoxing lay with one arm flung across her face, breathing slow and even.
Then, Mo Xingxue shifted slightly against Su Wanyan's side, the movement small enough that it didn't disturb the quiet and peaceful atmosphere surrounding them. After a moment she murmured, almost to herself, "Should I go do my task too?"
The question had barely left her mouth before Su Wanyan reacted. She pulled back just far enough to look at her properly, then gave a firm shake of her head.
"No."
The single word was soft, yet the refusal underneath it left almost no room for argument.
Mo Xingxue let out a quiet chuckle at the absolute certainty in that tone. "Why? You're already finished with yours. Doesn't that mean I should catch up and finish mine?"
