When she got home in the evening, she was busy looking over the characteristics of several main characters in the script. Designing Republican-era fashion that matches the characters' temperament is not an easy task, at the very least, one must fully understand the background and character of the people.
Mu Yichen had been patiently waiting for her period to be over, only to see her buried in work again, spent the whole night with the script in the study.
That night, feeling helpless, he couldn't take it anymore. After a game of chess with Mu Zihao, he went to the study, circled around her, spread his arms, leaning his hands on the edge of the table on either side of her, his chin resting on her sexy shoulder, frowning as he stared at the script in front of her, his eyes dark as ink.
"Did Wen Runuan give this to you?"
"Hmm! I really think the story is amazing, Wen Runuan certainly has an eye for these things."
