The Dirty Moon Brings Prosperity

"Sister~" she drawled, her voice soft and waxy, and her head involuntarily dug into the crook of Wang Chenyue's right arm holding the pen, "Is the official document so good-looking? Look at me~ Just take a look, just take a look~" Wang Chenyue's pen tip tilted due to her rubbing, and she made a small ink mark on the official document. She stopped writing helplessly, stretched out her left hand, accurately caught Fang Yilian's restless hand, held it in her palm, and squeezed it gently to comfort her. But his right hand was still as steady as a mountain, and he dipped in ink again and made comments, without even taking his eyes away from the official document. "Don't make trouble." Her voice was calm, with no hint of emotion or anger, "It's business." "Okay." Fang Yilian immediately wilted, like a cat that had been groomed but not yet satisfied, and responded aggrievedly. She didn't dare to disturb Wang Chenyue's right hand while writing, so she had to do the next best thing. She put her head on Wang Chenyue's knees, and lay down helplessly. From time to time, she raised her face to kiss the back or fingertips of Wang Chenyue's free left hand. Wang Chenyue let her rest on his lap like a pendant, and let her hold and kiss her with his left hand indulgently, while the speed of reviewing official documents with his right hand did not slow down at all.