trap rose

Under the soft light, the study was filled with the faint scent of ink and paper.

In the corner of the study room, a huge bookshelf stands, filled with all kinds of books, from thick encyclopedias to hardcover poetry collections, each one is full of the charm of knowledge.

Wen Mian's face was as smooth as jade, and there was intelligence and agility in his eyes.

She gently took down a novel from the bookshelf and opened the pages, as if she was deeply attracted by the story inside.

Pei Zhiyao, who was sitting at the desk, was wearing a black shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his elegant neck line.

His facial features are deep and three-dimensional, the bridge of his nose is high and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, giving people a sense of calmness and confidence.

Pei Zhiyao stared at the computer screen intently, tapping his fingers lightly on the keyboard, making a pleasant sound.

The atmosphere in the study was harmonious and quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages and typing on the keyboard, like whispers between two close friends.

Wen Mian is immersed in the world of books, while Pei Zhiyao pays attention to Wen Mian's every move at work. Their existence seems to form a beautiful picture.

Time passed unconsciously, and the night gradually deepened.

Wen Mian closed the book and sighed softly, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

She looked up at Pei Zhiyao and found that he was still busy, and she couldn't help but feel respectful.

Pei Zhiyao stopped what he was doing, looked at Wen Mian, smiled and asked, "Have you finished reading? What do you think?"

Wen Mian nodded, "This book is really interesting and the storyline is gripping. Thank you for recommending it to me."

Pei Zhiyao responded with a smile, "As long as you like it. If you have other books you want to read, just tell me."

The two chatted for a while about the contents of the book, and the study room was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

Time passes quietly in the quiet study.

When the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the exquisite lace curtains and onto the smooth desk, Wen Mian slowly put down the book in his hand.

She yawned slightly, revealing a row of white teeth that shone like pearls.

Her eyes shone with a hint of exhaustion, but also with contentment and tranquility.

Her hair was flowing gently, as if with a trace of unearthly fairy spirit.

"I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest." Her voice was as soft as the wind, with a lazy sweetness.

Pei Zhiyao put down the pen in his hand and turned to look at her.

He immediately came over and carefully helped Wen Mian back to the bedroom.

He covered her with a quilt and patted her shoulders gently, as if comforting a tired bird.

Pei Zhiyao's eyes were full of care and tenderness, as if nothing in the world was more important than her happiness.

After standing by the bed for a while, Pei Zhiyao walked out of the room softly after making sure that Wen Mian had fallen asleep.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the curtains into the bedroom, Wen Mian slowly opened his eyes.

After getting up, she found that Pei Zhiyao had prepared breakfast for her.

The strange thing is that today’s breakfast has a lot of portions!

Just when Wen Mian was confused.

There was a sound of brisk footsteps outside the ward door, followed by a familiar and friendly call.

Chen Meiqi's face was filled with a smile like the warm spring sun, and her eyes were shining with crystal tears. They were tears of excitement and the release of worry. Her hand gently held the door handle, as if she was afraid of waking up the sleeping person in the hospital bed.