"That's an awful lot, and I'm pressed for time," Gu Qili begged, "Can you give me just a tiny bit more time?"
Mu Shuoqian gave her a cold glance, sat down at the computer, and spread his hand in front of her: "If you don't want to do it, hand it over."
"I'll do it, I'll do it, why wouldn't I?" she hummed, "Worst comes to worst, I'll just stay up all night."
Mu Shuoqian silently passed her the tablet, his entire being from nose to toes spelling out two words: Dream on.
The material really was excessive, and full of professional jargon; even for Gu Qili, it was quite a headache. By midnight, she had only translated a tenth of it; at this rate, there's no way she would finish before he woke up in the morning.
Gu Qili thought, if only there were a way to make him sleep a bit longer, but that man never had a habit of oversleeping.
As she thought this, she suddenly had an idea.
