Chu Ge had been sent off to write. Qiu Wuji sniffled and reluctantly deleted the items in her shopping cart one by one, feeling as though she had lost a billion.
Once she finished deleting them, her spirits suddenly lifted again. They were just a bunch of useless junk snacks, weren't they? She wouldn't eat them! She didn't want to get fat!
Hmph.
Qiu Wuji thought it over. She had only just finished reviewing the artwork yesterday, so it seemed she could slack off and skip going to the office today. That improved her mood even further. She leisurely brewed a cup of tea, settled into the second bedroom, and turned on the computer to watch videos.
Suddenly, she felt as though she hadn't spent a day like this in ages. This was how things had been shortly after she first found her footing in this world, during her time as a "Housewife."
Now she didn't even sleep in this room anymore. She had moved over to sleep with him. This room had become entirely a workspace, where she drew original artwork at home...
Qiu Wuji cradled her cup and sipped her tea, gazing absently at the steam curling before her eyes, blurring the screen. It dawned on her that those seemed to be the days she remembered most fondly in this world.
He would work, while she served as his Little Assistant, browsing book reviews and surfing the internet, letting him tease her.
Those days had been so warm. The cowardly way he had kept testing the waters with a head full of dirty thoughts, afraid she would beat him up, seemed especially adorable in retrospect.
She could barely remember how foolish she had once looked, asking Baidu about everything.
Could she call that her youth in this world?