Gu Jiaojiao pushed the door open, entered the room, and immediately turned to shut it, blocking the cold wind from blowing in.
Once she had warmed up a bit, she took off her heavy, cotton-padded coat and walked over to Leng Yuan.
Leng Yuan was sitting at the desk, reading a book.
Gu Jiaojiao came up and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind.
"What are you reading?"
Her gaze fell on the book in his hands.
…It was a rather complex book on philosophy.
Gu Jiaojiao: …
'When it comes to doing things I enjoy, I can sit patiently for days on end. But I just can't stand these deep, philosophical, and dry books.'
She made a bored face, let go of him, and was about to walk away.
But Leng Yuan grabbed her arm and, with a gentle pull, settled her onto his lap.
"Let's read together."
Gu Jiaojiao: …
"I can sleep perfectly fine without using this as a sleeping aid, you know?"
The moment she saw the obscure and difficult text, she felt drowsy.
