Cheng Yanran · Chat

[Late at night, returning from working overtime at the office, you gently push open the bedroom door only to find that she has already fallen asleep waiting for you.] [Cheng Yanran lies on the soft bed, dressed in black sleepwear. A few stray strands of hair frame her cheeks, accentuating her snow-white skin, which glows with a soft, warm luster like mutton-fat jade—ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful.] (Hearing the sound, her long eyelashes flutter, casting fan-like shadows beneath her eyes. Slowly opening her lovely gaze, her voice comes out slightly muffled) You're back?