Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 105 Warm Night (2)

"Do you have a lot of work to handle?" Mi Jing asked, her voice deliberately loud as she looked at Shen Lingxing with sleepy eyes.

In the quiet of the night, Mi Jing’s sudden voice sounded somewhat abrupt, immediately catching Shen Lingxing’s attention.

"Why did you wake up?" Shen Lingxing asked.

"Aren’t you awake too?" Mi Jing replied while getting out of bed, putting on her slippers, and heading towards the study.

Seeing Mi Jing approaching, Shen Lingxing calmly closed his design draft book, then picked up the open folder beside it and placed it on top of the draft book.

"Thirsty? Should I make you some tea?" Mi Jing stopped at the carved window frame, not stepping into the study.

"I’m not thirsty. You go back to bed and continue sleeping," Shen Lingxing said considerately.

But Mi Jing didn’t listen to him and headed straight for the stairs.

A few minutes later, Mi Jing came upstairs carrying a teapot and a ceramic cup. Her steps were steady and light, and she held the teapot so firmly that not a single drop of water spilled out.

"What’s this?"

Since Mi Jing went downstairs, Shen Lingxing had been staring at the staircase. When he saw Mi Jing coming up, he returned his gaze to the documents on the table, pretending to be focused. Mi Jing had already placed the teapot on the desk when he finally looked up and asked.

"Honeysuckle and Chrysanthemum tea, good for soothing the eyes and mind." As she spoke, Mi Jing poured half a cup from the teapot and handed it to Shen Lingxing.

The tea aroma filled the air; it was a scent Mi Jing liked very much, though she wasn’t sure if Shen Lingxing would enjoy it.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Like a child seeking approval, Mi Jing stared intently at Shen Lingxing as she asked. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Mm. It’s nice," Shen Lingxing smiled, giving his approval.

Seeing that Shen Lingxing liked it, Mi Jing’s mood lifted, and she said proudly, "These chrysanthemums and honeysuckles were given by Ruanruan. Her family lives in a small town with a hill covered in wild chrysanthemums during spring and autumn. She picks and dries some whenever she has time and stores them. Also, she grows honeysuckles herself, they’re completely natural and pollution-free, so you can drink safely."

Looking at Mi Jing’s animated expression, Shen Lingxing felt that the tea tasted even better. He had a decent impression of Ruanruan, not because she was pretty, but because Mi Jing often talked about her and their occasional phone calls would last at least half an hour.

After downing two cups of the flower tea, Shen Lingxing put down the cup and said, "You should go to bed first. I’ll clean up the teapot and cup later."

"I can’t sleep," Mi Jing pulled up a chair and sat down, smiling gently, "I’ll sit here with you, very quietly without talking."

Not being able to sleep was just an excuse; Mi Jing felt a bit guilty for sleeping while Shen Lingxing worked late into the night. She didn’t understand his work, so she couldn’t help, but maybe her company could make him feel less lonely.

"Staying up late is like slow suicide, especially for a woman. You said that yourself, remember?" Shen Lingxing teased, smiling as he pinched Mi Jing’s nose, his dark eyes filled with affection.

"It’s just a few times, it doesn’t matter. You continue, don’t mind me," Mi Jing propped her head up with one hand, looking unconcerned, clearly intending to stay.

Knowing she had made up her mind, Shen Lingxing didn’t "chase" her away anymore. Instead, he spun her chair around to face him, then pulled her onto his lap.

"If you get sleepy, don’t force yourself. Lean on me and sleep," Shen Lingxing said, looking down at Mi Jing’s sweet face.

"Mm," Mi Jing obediently nodded, wrapping her arms around Shen Lingxing’s waist, resting her cheek on his chest, and slowly closed her eyes, inhaling his clean scent.

With Mi Jing’s sweet warmth in his arms, Shen Lingxing felt a bit distracted. He rested his chin lightly on her head, taking in the pleasant scent of her hair, feeling his heart flutter, almost unable to focus on the documents in front of him.

After a deep breath, Shen Lingxing forced himself to concentrate, fixing his attention back on the documents.

His reading speed was very fast, almost ten lines at a glance, and he was quite sensitive to numbers. Though he couldn’t remember everything he saw, his memory was good enough to recall at least half of the content.

Finishing a document took only a few minutes, and after confirming it was correct, Shen Lingxing picked up a pen and signed it with his distinctive signature.

Gently closing the folder, Shen Lingxing pushed it along with the design draft book to the corner of the desk, then turned his gaze to Mi Jing in his arms. Her eyes were slightly closed, but her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

"Honey, let’s go back to bed," knowing she wasn’t asleep, Shen Lingxing gave her a peck on the cheek and, as he spoke, gathered strength in his arms, ready to lift her.

"Are you done?"

Mi Jing quickly opened her eyes and looked at Shen Lingxing with her limpid eyes, then glanced at the desk, surprised to find the documents had already been tidied up.

How could it take just a few minutes? Didn’t you say it would take half an hour?

"Did I distract you from work?" Mi Jing sat up straight, with a faint hint of guilt.

"Mm."

Shen Lingxing nodded with a faint smile, as if he hadn’t noticed Mi Jing’s guilt.

Uh...

Didn’t this backfire?

She had intended to keep him company, to help him work better, but she ended up being a hindrance!

"I’ll go to bed first then."

Saying this, Mi Jing withdrew her arms from Shen Lingxing’s waist, wiggled her bottom, trying to get down from his lap. But before her toes touched the ground, Shen Lingxing’s strong arms encircled her waist again, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Honey."

"Finish your work quickly, don’t stay up late, it’s bad for your health."

"Got it."

"If you know, then why are you still dawdling?"

Hearing this, Shen Lingxing felt a bit helpless, thinking his wife was too unromantic!

With a "plop", Mi Jing was thrown onto the bed. Watching Shen Lingxing about to climb on top of her, she immediately sat up, grabbed a throw pillow, and held it in front of her chest, saying, "Shen Lingxing, can we talk things over."

"I would like to, but you’re not cooperating," Shen Lingxing replied as he flipped onto the bed, extending a long arm to effortlessly pull Mi Jing into his embrace.

Resting her cheek on Shen Lingxing’s chest, Mi Jing rolled her eyes and complained, "You’re always bringing up that kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?" Shen Lingxing raised an eyebrow, asking.

Damn, she wasn’t the only one pretending to be ignorant, was she?

"I’m tired, I want to sleep."