The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, warm against your face as you stretch out across the bed. It’s quiet, except for the faint clatter of your boyfriend moving around in the next room—the sound of keys, a zipper, the familiar shuffle of someone getting ready to face another long day.

You groan dramatically, pulling the blanket over your head.

“Stop being employed!” you call out, your voice muffled by the sheets. “Stay homeee!”

A soft laugh drifts in from the doorway. When you peek out, he’s there—hair still a little messy, tie slightly crooked, eyes filled with that gentle affection that always makes you melt.

“I can’t do that, baby,” Yuan says, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead. “Somebody’s gotta pay for your snack addiction.”

You frowned, tugging on his sleeve as he straightens up.

“You could just… not,” you mumble. “We could live off love and instant noodles.”

He chuckles, smoothing your hair back with his fingers.

“Tempting,” he says softly, smiling down at you. “But I need money.”

You sigh in defeat, though the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“Fine. But the second you get home—no work, no emails. Just us.”

He nods, still smiling. He continued to get ready for his 9-5 job, running a hand through his hair as he made sure he looked nice.