Yuan'en Yehui held Chen Ming in her arms, a faint blush on her cheeks as she watched him bury his head in the crook of her neck, letting him fuss with her as he pleased.
At the same time, she caught sight of the documents on the desk from the corner of her eye. Raising her head slightly, she saw they were piled high like a mountain. As though realizing something, she gently stroked the head of the person in her arms and said softly:
"A-Ming... were you reviewing all these documents the entire night? Aren't you tired? Do you want me to help? You spent all yesterday playing with me... You need to rest too."
She was concerned about him. Her eyes were filled entirely with him now, afraid Chen Ming might wear himself out. She even thought that perhaps she should just sleep with him today and let him get more rest.
"More or less. But I'm a True God in this world. This little bit of exhaustion is nothing, just a slight mental fatigue. I only need to hold Yehui and replenish my energy."
As he spoke, he lowered his head again and buried it in her softness. Yuan'en Yehui's delicate body stiffened, her cheeks turning so red they seemed ready to drip blood.
Still, she gently held his head and straightened her body, adjusting the position of his pillow.
Chen Ming only felt a rich milky fragrance envelop his nose. He gently inhaled the scent. Fortunately, he was not that perverted and did not open his mouth to bite the pillow.
It had to be said that ever since Yuan'en Yehui had been brought home by him, her nutrition had greatly improved. She had not suffered from the stunted development she had in the original story.