I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Mo Xiangwen could only vaguely reply, "It's nothing, it's just... the game projects are a bit rushed, so I wanted to work on them all at once to avoid the hassle of running back and forth every day."

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then added, "And...a friend is also helping out there, so we'll get through a few days together."

He was indeed rushing to complete the game project, and he was also genuinely spending time with his friends; at least that wasn't a lie, right? He reassured himself.

But this group of people simply ignored the first part of his statement about the game project and focused entirely on the second part about his friends.

"A friend? Also in the studio?" Zhong Taihong immediately caught the information and asked suspiciously, "A friend? Could it be Yan? When did you bring Yan into your studio?"

Sigh, my roommate is only this perceptive in places like this.

No matter how much Zhong Taihong scrutinized him, Mo Xiangwen was determined not to speak.

His silence, however, was undoubtedly seen as an admission in front of his roommates.

Xi Shaojie also came over with a "I knew it" look on his face and chuckled: "It's not surprising, is it? He and Yan are together all the time, so it's normal for him to bring Yan into the studio."

"But... you two are holed up in the studio late at night working on a project, and you're even living there together working overtime?"

"It's not that I doubt you, Brother Mo, but is this overtime work you're talking about legitimate?"

"Sigh, I envy those who work overtime." Zhong Taihong sighed dramatically, "It's especially nice to work overtime with such a pretty girl like Yan."

"Sigh, unfamiliar." Qin Yongfeng shook his head.

"Damn it." Mo Xiangwen laughed and cursed, "It's fine if you, Young Master Zhong and Young Master Xi, don't believe me, but Young Master Qin, why don't you believe me either?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's that you've become more and more unfamiliar." Qin Yongfeng sighed slightly. "I find it hard to convince myself that you're not coming home at night because you're working overtime."

"I can't do anything about it if you don't believe me," Mo Xiangwen sighed. "At least I really did go to work overtime."

"...Really working overtime?" Zhong Taihong looked at him in surprise: "Is it that urgent?"

"The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can move on to the next project and make money," Mo Xiangwen shook his head and explained, "Just think of it as me needing money."

"You're so mean," Xi Shaojie said, pointing at her. "It's one thing for you to work overtime, but you're willing to make Yan, a goddess that no one else can even talk to, work overtime too?"

“Voluntary? Do you even know what voluntary overtime means?” Mo Xiangwen rolled his eyes at him. “Our studio is very relaxed, okay?”

"Alright, alright, I think you should switch to studying finance or business." Xi Shaojie praised him a few times, then sighed deeply, shook his head and said, "After all, if you can say something like 'voluntarily working overtime,' what else wouldn't you dare to do? I can't even imagine it."

"Get lost!" Mo Xiangwen laughed and scolded, "You're kicking me out just because I'm doing well at the computer lab?"

After getting rid of his roommate who kept teasing him, Mo Xiangwen slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to the studio.

When Mo Xiangwen returned to the studio with his backpack, he found that Yan Nuoya was not resting as he had expected.

She leaned back in her armchair, holding her phone. The light from the screen shone on her face, and she seemed somewhat distracted.

Hearing the door open, Yan Nuoya looked up, but when she saw it was him, she lowered her head again to continue looking at her phone.

"Have you slept enough?" Mo Xiangwen asked, somewhat surprised, as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

Yan Nuoya gently shook her head: "Not yet."

Her gaze fell on the not-so-large sports backpack on his shoulder, and she seemed a little surprised: "...So little?"

Mo Xiangwen casually placed his bag on the cabinet next to him, making a slight sound: "Well, I'll only be staying for a few days. There are blankets, pillows, toothbrushes, and cups, that's enough."

Yan Nuoya looked at him, said nothing more, and only nodded slightly.

She put down her phone, leaned back, and closed her eyes again.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xiangwen assumed she was getting sleepy again, so he stopped bothering her.

He tiptoed to his computer desk, sat down, put on his headphones, and gently pressed the keys to type.

Human and Dragon as One: Come on, I'm back.

Before leaving, he promised Bai Shishi that he would play games with her.

Although the keyboard noise might disturb Yan Nuoya, she had no choice but to control the volume as much as possible.

Bai Bai: Okay, there are only two of us, shall we continue to travel as a couple?

Human-Dragon Unity: Okay, but I can't use voice chat right now.

Bai Bai: What's wrong?

Human and dragon in harmony: Noah is taking a nap.

Bai Bai: Oh, okay, let Nuoya get some rest then, I won't use voice chat anymore.

He clicked on the game icon, invited his online friend Bai Shishi, and the two quickly teamed up and entered the game world.

During breaks in the game, Mo Xiangwen would occasionally glance towards the sofa chair.

Yan Nuoya was covered with a light gray blanket, her breathing was even and long, and her body rose and fell slightly with her breath, she looked like she was sleeping very peacefully.

It's good that he didn't disturb her, otherwise he would have had to switch from playing games together to watching videos with Bai Shishi.

Time always flies when playing games, and Yan Nuoya didn't wake up until almost evening.

The two had a simple meal together. Mo Xiangwen first went back to his dormitory to take a shower, and then chatted with his roommate for a while before returning to the studio.

Yan Nuoya remained seated, holding an open book, seemingly still engrossed in reading.

As Mo Xiangwen quietly walked past her, he noticed that the ends of her hair seemed to be slightly damp, with a few strands of silver hair lying smoothly on her fair neck.

She must have just taken a shower not long ago.

Mo Xiangwen didn't ask any more questions and returned to his seat to start studying and working.

I spent a relaxing day playing games with Bai Shishi, so I need to get back to work and catch up on my schedule tonight.

Having Yan Nuoya live in the studio is only a temporary measure. We should push the project forward as soon as possible so that she can move out and rent a comfortable place to live.

However, he got stuck in an unfamiliar place.

He tried several approaches, but the code on the screen still didn't look right.

He scratched his head in frustration, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and turned to Yan Nuoya, who was quietly reading a book beside him: "Nuoya, are you free? Could you help me look at this?"

Yan Nuoya learned a little faster than him; perhaps she could too.

Upon hearing this, Yan Nuoya clipped the bookmark to her pocket, closed the book, placed it aside, and got up to walk over.

Yan Nuoya stopped beside his chair, leaned forward slightly, and lowered her body to examine the screen.

The distance between the two suddenly closed, and a familiar, light fragrance quietly enveloped him. He subconsciously raised his eyes, and a few strands of silver-white hair slipped from Yan Nuoya's shoulders as she leaned forward.

This unexpected approach, with her calm and focused profile and exquisite figure, made her presence felt so strong that Mo Xiangwen's breath hitched slightly.

"Okay, I understand." Her calm voice rang out from very close range: "This will do."

Mo Xiangwen quickly turned his attention back to the screen: "Okay, I understand. I'll take care of the rest myself."

Yan Nuoya glanced back at him, and seeing that he seemed to understand, she straightened up and walked back to her seat.

The faint fragrance that had stirred his emotions and the strong presence of the scent faded slightly as she left, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

Silence returned once more, and it's unclear how much time passed.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Yan Nuoya suddenly asked.

"Let's wait a little longer." Mo Xiangwen glanced at the bottom right corner; it was already 23 PM.

Yan Nuoya didn't say anything more. She closed the book, turned on the computer, and quietly got to work.

For a moment, only the sound of keyboard typing remained in the studio.

As soon as his midnight alarm rang, he took off his headphones, rubbed his tired and swollen eyes, and subconsciously yawned.

He then noticed that Yan Nuoya was quietly watching the screen next to him, her profile appearing cool and focused under the light.

A sense of guilt welled up inside him. His intention was to stay with her so she could rest peacefully, but now it seemed as if she was the one keeping him company while he worked overtime until midnight.

He suddenly realized that this meant he was truly treating the company as his own home. He never expected that things he would never have done before would now be things he was now doing voluntarily.

Not only that, but they also changed their roles, making employees feel like the company was their own home.

They work overtime without being paid overtime wages, and they don't even get a late-night snack.

Oh no, now that I think about it, I suddenly feel like I'm actually a bit bad.

"Ahem." Mo Xiangwen cleared his throat. "Well... that's about it."

"It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

Yan Nuoya looked up at the sound, shifting her gaze from the screen to his slightly weary face.

She didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Mo Xiangwen took the blanket out of his backpack, then laid it flat on the sofa chair and lay down.

On the other side, Yan Nuoya also quietly got up and walked towards the small bathroom, probably to wash up.

Listening to the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom, drowsiness washed over him. He kicked off his slippers, tucked himself into the blanket, and closed his eyes.

He was already very sleepy, but the thought of being alone in a room with a girl made him restless.

Just as his consciousness was struggling between drowsiness and random thoughts, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

The door was opened and closed gently, and soft footsteps approached the sofa and stopped beside him.

That familiar and pleasant scent, a unique aroma mixed with the fragrance of shower gel, once again clearly filled my nostrils.

At this moment, only he and Yan Nuoya were in the studio. Even without opening his eyes, he knew that Yan Nuoya was standing next to him.

"Noah? Is there anything else?"

Chapter 117 The Sound of Breathing So Close (4K Combination)

"Noya? Is there anything else?" Mo Xiangwen yawned sleepily, his voice slightly muffled.

In the darkness, Yan Nuoya's figure seemed to pause for a moment.

She looked at the blurry silhouette on the sofa before whispering, "You're not asleep."

"Almost," Mo Xiangwen muttered. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Yan Nuoya said softly. "Then, goodnight."

"Okay, goodnight," Mo Xiangwen replied, his voice quickly becoming lower and his breathing becoming even and long.

Yan Nuoya stood there for a few seconds before quietly returning to her sofa chair and sitting down.

Darkness enveloped the studio again, with only the faint light from her phone screen illuminating her somewhat unsettled face.

Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, she was not sleepy at all, and her thoughts were unusually clear.

She subconsciously looked towards the sofa again. There was no light or sound coming from Mo Xiangwen's side; he seemed to be fast asleep.

How about going and taking a look?

Once this thought arises, it grows like a vine, impossible to suppress.

Don't rush, wait a little longer, we're not sure if he's asleep yet.

She tried to calmly remind herself, but her heart was unexpectedly stirred by a ripple.

About an hour later, Yan Nuoya tiptoed to the vicinity of the seat. After waiting for several minutes without hearing any movement from him, she felt relieved and cautiously approached.

Hmm, it's a bit hard to see, I need to borrow a little light.

Turning on the light would be too bright and wake him up, so let's use the light from the phone screen instead.

Yan Nuoya hesitated for a moment, then carefully pushed the sofa chair, trying to avoid making any noise.

Yes, she just couldn't sleep and came over to sit and play on her phone for a while.

Thinking this, Yan Nuoya sat down on the chair with a slightly guilty conscience.

By simply tilting your head slightly in his direction, you can clearly see his sleeping face with the help of the dim light from your phone screen.

His eyebrows were smooth, and his expression seemed gentler than usual in his sleep.

He's quite handsome, but there's nothing particularly special about him. Yan Nuoya thought to herself.

She was about to go back to the sofa to sleep, but a strange feeling pulled her back down to her seat.

But I'm not sleepy yet, so I'll watch some videos instead.

Yan Nuoya had just opened a video, but after watching it for a short while, she found it boring and her fingertips hovered over the screen without moving.

She sighed, exited the video interface, and her gaze involuntarily fell back onto his face.