"Young Master Ye Yang, please donāt misunderstand! I definitely didnāt mean to pry into your schedule! If you donāt want to answer, you donāt have to. I just casually asked since it came to mind, donāt take it to heart." She laughed awkwardly.
However, after saying that, she wondered if she was overreacting...
Well, she was just afraid heād misunderstand something.
"I was just casually asking, why are you so nervous?"
"..." Smiling, "Am I nervous? Not at all, you must have seen wrong."
Ye Yang didnāt pursue the topic and answered her previous question, "Didnāt want to work, so I declined the invitations and decided to rest at home for a while."
"Oh..."
Well, of course, resting is everyoneās right. Thereās no need to work oneself to death.
In his position, it must be quite exhausting, right?
...
At night, after taking Song Xiaoxiās temperature and waiting for her to fall asleep, she returned to her own room.
The fever had subsided long ago, so there was nothing to worry about.
Actually, seeing that she seemed in good spirits today, Song Jiaqi was much more at ease.
In the middle of the night, feeling a bit hungry, she took her laptop downstairs. In the kitchen, a late-night snack was being cooked, while she worked in the living room.
Before she decided to switch to being an artist participating in the program, she was the planning team leader for this show. She still needed to think hard about how the first episode should be designed to attract viewership.
The previous plan was completely unusable, as no one expected Ye Yang would participate.
As a result, many aspects had to be tailored for him, and they could only start over again.
Ye Yang came out of his room intending to get some hot water to drink. When he opened the door, he saw the living room light on, with Song Jiaqi sitting on the sofa, laptop in her arms, leaning her head back on the sofa, mouth slightly open, and asleep...
He walked downstairs, placed the thermos on the dining table, and already smelled something delicious.
Looking towards the kitchen, it seemed something was cooking.
Suddenly!
The laptop in Song Jiaqiās lap started to slip, and Ye Yang, startled, quickly caught it and quietly placed it on the coffee table.
Standing in front of her, he shook his head helplessly.
A girlās sleeping posture like this... he didnāt know...
What to say about it.
Song Jiaqi, how do you expect any man to want you like this?
Hmm...
After internally grumbling like that, Ye Yang suddenly paused.
Almost unwittingly, he included himself in that...
He went to get a blanket, covered her with it, and then turned to the kitchen. He served the snack she had prepared, sat on the sofa, and started eating.
Ah, just in time, he was feeling hungry.
It tasted pretty good.
As he ate and watched Song Jiaqiās sleeping posture, Ye Yang almost burst out laughing a few times.
Whether it was because he was trying so hard to hold back laughter that she sensed it, or because she was drawn by the aroma of the late-night snack in his hand, she suddenly shivered, tilted her head in her sleep, and in a moment, looked up, "What?"
The sudden sound, however, startled Ye Yang, making him pause, "What, what?"
Song Jiaqi sat up, blinked, and stared dumbfoundedly at Ye Yang sitting across from her.
Hmm... it was Ye Yang...
But...
Could someone tell her why he was sitting there so calmly eating the late-night snack she was about to have!
"No need to look," Ye Yang raised the bowl, having finished even the base soup, turned it towards her, "Itās gone."