Chapter 979 Are You Worried that I Might Catch a Cold?

After downing a glass of milk, Wen Churan went upstairs. He originally wanted to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but when he arrived on the third floor, his footsteps seemed to be stuck to the floor, and he couldn't move an inch no matter what.

He obviously wanted to go to the fourth floor, but his toes were always pointing in the direction of the corridor on the third floor.

When she reacted, she found a door in front of her, and she was standing outside the door of Sheng Shimo's study!

How she came here and why she came here has no memory at all!

Really terrible...

I wanted to turn around and walk away, but my steps were stuck again, and I couldn't help but look into the study.

The door to the study room was not closed tightly, and the warm yellow light shone from the crack in the door, making it look a little warm.

Through the crack in the door, Wen Churan could vaguely see a figure sitting inside. He straightened his back, but buried his head deeply. He was flipping documents in his hand, and the dark pen was turned twice by the fingers with clear joints. down and quickly swipe across the file.

From the eyes to the fingers, there is always a half-minute pause.

Looking at the desk again, there are piles of unread documents, and I don’t know when I will see them all.

Looking again, the man's signing movements became slower and slower. Then, his head suddenly fell on the table and he completely lost his movement.

Seeing this, Wen Churan's heart skipped a beat, as if he was falling into an endless abyss.

He... Could something have happened to him?

After all, I stayed up all night and drank so much coffee. At this moment, I was even lying on the table motionless...

Something's wrong! Something is very wrong!

Thinking of this, Wen Churan hardly hesitated, turned around and rushed into the study, rushing to Sheng Shimo's side.

But I saw the man's eyes were closed, and the look on his handsome face was peaceful. The warm yellow light was softening his cold features, adding a bit of beauty to the sleeping face lying on his side on the table.

Perhaps because he was very tired, the man's frown gradually relaxed, and his slightly raised thin lips also added a touch of childishness to this angular handsome face. The usual seriousness and coldness seemed to have been completely removed, and he actually showed A little cute feeling comes.

Like a...lazy kitten.

Hearing the long breathing coming from his nose and seeing the regular rise and fall of his broad chest, Wen Churan took a deep breath and felt his heart settle down again.

Turns out I was just asleep...

Wen Churan glanced around, then picked up the blanket on the sofa, walked around behind Sheng Shimo, and gently covered him with the blanket.

Just as he was about to stop, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Immediately afterwards, a man's dull voice sounded in his ears. Xu Shi had just woken up and was still slightly hoarse.

"Are you worried that I'll catch a cold?"

Wen Churan was stunned when she saw Sheng Shimo lying on the table, still maintaining his original movements without even the slightest change, which made her begin to suspect that the voice she heard just now was just her own illusion.

Soon, this idea collapsed.

Because the man who was originally lying on the desk had slowly raised his head. Then, he grabbed Wen Churan's wrist and pulled her directly into his arms.

When Wen Churan had no reaction, she found that she was sitting squarely on the man's lap, and she was holding her arms tightly around the man's neck.

Wen Churan was shocked and was about to get up and escape, but was forced down by Sheng Shimo.