He opened his eyes again.
It was already late at night.
Fu Hanchuan stared at the plush bunny directly opposite him for a long while, then looked down to find a soft pillow beneath his head and the little blanket Wen Yanyu had recently bought draped over him.
Winter had yet to arrive, but the underfloor heating was already on at home.
The other person in the house often forgot to wear shoes when he got muddleheaded, so rugs covered almost every area he moved around in.
So, although he had no idea how long he had slept, he felt no discomfort. He had not been this relaxed in ages, and was so comfortable that he even wanted to go back to sleep.
The living room lights were at their lowest setting, not bright but enough to see by, dim and warm like a tavern from the last century.
Fu Hanchuan looked up.
Wen Yanyu sat at the low table, his expression focused, tapping the keyboard and moving the mouse with his left hand while holding a pencil in his right, making revisions to the documents.
The thick stack of documents originally beneath the right side of the low table had moved to the left.
As he entered the final character, Wen Yanyu let out a long breath, closed the document, and set it down on his left.
He stretched, then slumped over the little tabletop, casually taking the headband off his head. Two locks of "bunny ears" drooped from his head onto the table.
What words could describe the scene before him?
Probably just this.
A little bunny so exhausted he had melted into a puddle.
Fu Hanchuan watched for a long while before getting up, walking over to Wen Yanyu, and sitting beside him.
Hearing the movement,
Wen