I really like your sand sculpture group friends

“…Then I’ll leave it here for now.” Yan Nuoya nodded slightly.

The two returned to their seats, turned on their computers, and began to handle their own tasks as usual.

The sound of keyboard tapping echoed intermittently, as if the collective silence of yesterday had returned, but this time the silence no longer carried any tension; instead, it had a strangely pleasant feel to it.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiangwen casually glanced at Yan Nuoya beside him.

She remained seated upright, her fingers dancing lightly across the keyboard, her expression focused intently on the screen.

She seemed no different from usual, but an indescribable, subtle sense of ease, like invisible ripples, silently spread around her.

It was as if some invisible burden had been lifted.

As evening approached, Yan Nuoya turned to Mo Xiangwen, her voice breaking the silence: "What would you like for dinner? My treat."

Mo Xiangwen looked up from the screen, blinking in surprise: "Huh? Oh... Okay, then I won't be polite."

“Okay.” Yan Nuoya was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, “If you haven’t ordered enough, I’ll add two more for you.”

The two arrived at the commercial street and randomly chose a small stir-fry restaurant.

When ordering, Mo Xiangwen ordered two dishes, and then, thinking that was about it, he finished ordering.

Unexpectedly, Yan Nuoya casually named several of his favorite dishes, which startled him so much that he quickly stopped her.

Once all the dishes were served, Mo Xiangwen looked at the plates in front of him, which were clearly more than enough for two people, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "This is way too much! How am I supposed to finish all this?"

Yan Nuoya simply glanced at him, said nothing, and quietly picked up her chopsticks.

His concerns proved to be valid.

Yan Nuoya didn't eat much to begin with, and while he was still struggling to finish the food in front of him, Yan Nuoya had already put down his chopsticks.

Yan Nuoya didn't urge him. She just sat quietly, casually resting her chin on one hand, her gaze fixed on Mo Xiangwen, who was still working hard opposite her.

A familiar, faint smile played on her lips.

Being stared at like that, Mo Xiangwen felt a little overwhelmed and quickened his eating pace, almost choking as a result. He quickly drank some water.

Upon seeing this, Yan Nuoya's smile deepened, but she didn't continue looking at him. Instead, she turned her head to look elsewhere.

Mo Xiangwen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ate as much of the remaining food as possible.

After finishing their meal, the two left the restaurant. Mo Xiangwen naturally accompanied her towards the studio.

Yan Nuoya paused, turning her head to look at him: "Aren't you going back to the dorm?"

"Oh, I'll go back to the studio and play on the computer for a while," Mo Xiangwen replied casually, as if it were a matter of course.

Yan Nuoya didn't say anything more, only gave a soft "hmm" and walked back side by side with him.

Back in the studio, Yan Nuoya leaned back in her chair, picked up a book she was halfway through, and quietly began to read.

Mo Xiangwen sat back down at his desk, turned on his computer, and continued working on the remaining tasks. When he got tired, he would casually click on a video on a webpage to watch for a while and relax.

"You usually," Yan Nuoya's gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, her voice calm, "after we leave, do you often come back to the studio to work like this?"

Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment before explaining, "Well... I'll come back and use the computer occasionally."

There's no point in lying to Yan Nuoya, and besides, you can't fool her anyway.

"It's not that I come back to work every time. It's just that I've moved my computer here, so when I go back to the dorm I can only play on my phone."

"No wonder you've been feeling sleepy lately."

Chapter 114 Yan Nuoya Feeling Sleepy

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Mo Xiangwen, worried about Yan Nuoya's rest at the studio the previous day, bought two breakfasts and rushed over early in the morning.

He instinctively took out the key and inserted it into the lock before suddenly realizing what was happening.

There are people living in the studio now, so we can't just open the door as usual.

He hesitated for a moment, then gently knocked on the door twice: "Noah, are you awake? I'm coming in."

Not long after, Yan Nuoya responded softly from inside: "Mmm".

As he pushed open the studio door, his gaze instinctively fell on the sofa bed.

At a glance, you can see Yan Nuoya sitting on the edge of the sofa bed with her back to the door.

She was wearing a simple white cotton nightgown, the morning light outlining her shapely figure.

Her usually neatly combed, silver-white long hair was now loose and disheveled, with a few strands sticking up unruly.

She seemed to have just woken up, and a kind of languid, dazed look that I had never seen before surrounded her. She was unconsciously running her fingers through her tangled hair.

Hearing the door open, she turned around a beat late.

Those eyes, usually so clear and bright, now seemed veiled by a thin layer of mist, carrying the dazed look of someone just awakened and a lingering weariness, as they quietly gazed at Mo Xiangwen at the door.

In stark contrast to her usual calm and confident demeanor, she exuded an inexplicable softness and vulnerability at this moment.

"Good morning." Mo Xiangwen suppressed a strange feeling in his heart and shook the bag in his hand as naturally as possible: "I brought you breakfast."

Yan Nuoya blinked, her gaze gradually focusing, and softly hummed in agreement, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up. Instead of heading straight for breakfast, she picked up the mouthwash cup and toothbrush from the coffee table, turned, and went into the bathroom.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at the sofa. Yan Nuoya's quilt was neatly folded, and the pillow was placed steadily on it.

Did she make the bed right away? That's so typical of her. He placed the breakfast on her desk, then returned to his seat and ate it while watching a video.

After some time, just as he was starting to worry about Yan Nuoya in the bathroom, the door opened.

Yan Nuoya came out after washing up.

Her long, silvery-white hair was neatly tied into a single ponytail and hung down her back, revealing her slender neck.

Holding the pure white mouthwash cup in one hand, she walked to her suitcase and carefully put the cup back.

Although I seemed to feel a little more refreshed after washing up, the deep weariness between my brows lingered.

She seemed listless and her movements were somewhat sluggish.

"Have some breakfast first," Mo Xiangwen said softly, seeing her trying to look energetic. "If you're sleepy, you can rest after you eat. Anyway, there's nothing urgent, so take your time."

“...Okay.” Yan Nuoya nodded gently, her voice still heavy with weariness.

She sat down next to Mo Xiangwen, slowly picking up a spoon and taking small sips of the warm porridge. Her head drooped slightly a few times uncontrollably, but she still managed to finish the last mouthful.

She almost immediately put down the empty bowl and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

She used the table to support herself as she stood up, swaying slightly.

Mo Xiangwen thought she was going to make a cup of coffee or change her clothes, but she didn't expect her to walk to the sofa bed, bend down and pick up the thin quilt that she had folded that morning.

And so, clutching the blanket, she swayed slightly and slowly made her way back to her sofa chair.

She didn't change her clothes; she remained wearing that clean and simple white nightgown.

She hugged the blanket and sank into the large embrace of the sofa chair, turned to her side, curled up, and buried her back deeply in the soft cushions, her legs naturally curling up as well.

She draped the thin blanket she had brought over around her waist, and her eyelids, unable to stay open any longer, closed heavily.

Looking at her extremely tired appearance, Mo Xiangwen sighed silently.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep on that bed over there?" Of course, he was referring to the sofa bed that had been put together.

Yan Nuoya's eyelids didn't move at all. She only shook her head very slightly, rubbed her cheek unconsciously against the soft cushion, and let out a muffled murmur filled with heavy sleepiness.

"No need...it's fine...here..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her breathing became steady and long, and her hands, which had been resting on the edge of the blanket, relaxed completely.

Mo Xiangwen turned his head to look at the sleeping Yan Nuoya. At this moment, she had shed her usual aloofness, and her sleeping face looked relaxed and peaceful.

Was it a mistake to let Noah move into the studio?

Knowing her as he does, he shouldn't have made a mistake.

Moreover, his expression and demeanor yesterday should not have been a mistake on his part.

Perhaps... something was missed?

Mo Xiangwen sighed inwardly and decided to put the question aside for now.

Since you can't figure it out, you might as well focus on the work at hand.

Once she wakes up, we can just ask her directly.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions.

Speaking of work... I need to mention the studio mascot to Bai Shishi as soon as possible and ask her to ask her friends if they're available.

He had just opened the group chat when he saw Bai Bai sending a message.

BaiBai: Anyone want to play a game?

Use a seductive approach: Sorry, bye-bye, my sister and I have some things to do today, so we can't come over.

Use a seductive approach: Go find Xiang Wen and Nuoya.

Bai Bai: Are Xiao Yi and Nuo Ya free?

Human-Dragon Unity: Noah is resting and can't come. I, however, can.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: However, before that, there's something else I'd like to talk to you about.

Bai Bai: Huh? Are you looking for me?

"Human-Dragon Unity": This is your friend's; I'll tell you in a private message.

Bai Bai: Okay.

Then the two switched to private chat.

Bai Bai: Xiao Yi, is there anything else you need from my friend?

Bai Bai: Is there a new character you're going to draw?

Human and Dragon in One: Yes, but this time it's from our studio.

Bai Bai: Studio?

Harmony between Man and Dragon: Last time, Su Mengli suggested making a mascot for the studio as its logo.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: I've been thinking about it. Didn't we have an agreement before that I would prioritize contacting your friend?

Human-Dragon Unity: So I wanted to ask if she has time to take on this original artwork recently.

Human and dragon in one: It would be even better if she could also do modeling.

Human-Dragon Unity: Moreover, the subsequent game plans will also need her help. It would be even better if a long-term contract could be signed.

A mascot? Does Xiao Yi's studio need one? And do they need it for future game projects?

So, does that mean she can join the studio as well?

But how can she reveal her identity as an artist to Xiao Yi?

Bai Shishi was taken aback, her joy followed by a tense hesitation.

Her fingers hovered above the keyboard for a long time before she finally made up her mind.

Bai Bai: Xiao Yi, there's something I want to tell you.

Never mind, I'll just trust Xiao Yi.

Believe first, then trust.

Chapter 115 Bai Shishi's Identity as a Painter

Bai Bai: Actually, all the commissioned works before Xiao Yi were drawn by me.

That short sentence was like a bolt from the blue for him... or perhaps not.

Mo Xiangwen's fingers, which were gripping the mouse, paused slightly, and he leaned back in his chair. He stared at the screen, his eyebrows twitching unconsciously.

Are you surprised? Of course I am.

After all, Bai Shishi's health is very weak, and it was unexpected that she also has the talent of painting.

However, Bai Shishi had previously mentioned that she had a "job," and he had speculated that Bai Shishi's job was probably some kind of freelance work that could be done from home.

Illustrators are undoubtedly a fairly common freelance profession.