Humming a tune, Xi Yan passed the Secretary of State's office, paused for two seconds, then doubled back, opened the door, and peeked inside.
Ailiveer was asleep on the broad desk, her upper body sprawled across it as though she had melted. Half her face was pressed intimately against the desktop, while the exposed half wore a composite expression of utter despair, extreme exhaustion, and someone whose memory lived on.
A host of holographic screens still hovered above the desk. Apparently, the Little Secretary of State had fallen asleep in the middle of working.
Her upper body had simply crashed onto the desk, and she had immediately sunk into deep sleep.
Her sleeping posture was thoroughly undignified. Ailiveer's head lay sideways, her little mouth slightly open, drool spreading across the desk. Fortunately, there were no paper documents on it.
"Whoa, she's this tired?" Xi Yan quietly walked over and poked the Little Secretary of State's plump cheek. It promptly caved beneath his finger, and a bubble emerged from Ailiveer's unconsciously open mouth.
Haha, that's pretty fun.
"All right, stop picking on her." Entirely unsurprised, Veronica stepped forward, grabbed Ailiveer by the back of the neck, and swiftly shifted her into a more comfortable sleeping position before finding tissues to wipe the desk clean.
Xi Yan sat on the nearby sofa, watching Veronica care for the sleeping Ailiveer and thinking how close the sisters were.
"She was so exhausted she fell asleep on the spot. Xi Yan, just how much work did you give her?" Veronica softly scolded him as she carefully picked Ailiveer up and laid her on the long sofa so she could sleep more comfortably.
Veronica really had the air of a good wife and loving mother. Resting his chin on one hand, Xi Yan watched her with