Bao Ye's eyes were on the book, but his senses were constantly focused on the person beside him; he just appeared to be engrossed.
Jiang Ruan leaned over, looking at the thick book cradled in his palm, the text was complex classical Chinese: "What book is this?"
Bao Ye replied: "Zizhi Tongjian."
Just hearing the name, Jiang Ruan lost interest: "Oh."
She lay down beside him, the surroundings peacefully quiet. She was troubled by something in her heart, turned her head to see the gap between his arms, her lips curled into a smile as she found the right angle and snuggled her head in.
Bao Ye was reading the book when a furry head suddenly nestled into his embrace. He continued to read without changing expression, though amusement flickered in his eyes.
His long arm naturally wrapped around her shoulder: "Not sleepy?"
