Shen Yanchen lowered his head to glare at her, coldly snapping, "Sleep by yourself!"
She clung to him stubbornly, "I want to sleep with you. If you don't sleep, I won't either!"
"Let go."
"I won't!"
"I'm going to the study to pack my things."
Hearing this, Gu Qimiao finally smiled and got out of bed, "I'll go with you."
Shen Yanchen ignored her, letting her follow closely behind him.
It was just like when they were kids. The Gu Qimiao who used to be so cautious in front of him was long gone; this was the real her.
He organized his documents, and she helped by putting the pens into a holder. She rarely tidied up her own brushes, often falling asleep on the desk while drawing, leaving him to clean up after her. It was rare for her to be this diligent.
As if afraid he might lock her out, she followed him closely and clung to him tightly even in bed.
