Unless she wanted to have a little fun herself.
Only then would she relax a little.
For instance, making the neighbor's constantly barking dog fall silent, or muffling the sound of the couple upstairs slamming their door during a fight.
She did it so secretly that no one noticed anything amiss. Only she knew what was really going on.
Ling Zhiwei had a rare day off, and Shanshan didn't drag him out to wander around. The two of them stayed cooped up at home, each doing their own thing.
Ling Zhiwei sat in the living room flipping through old books while Shanshan organized photos in her room.
A closed door separated them, with the occasional sound of a turning page or a softly hummed tune.
The house was quiet, and the faint scent of tea lingered in the air.
After lunch, he lay lazily on the deck chair on the balcony, sunbathing, and drowsily dozed off.
The warm sunlight spilled onto his face. He squinted, and his breathing gradually evened out.
