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"Shixiong, I need to finish grading these!"
Mu QingFang sat, half-asleep, at his desk, a night-pearl lighting characters of varying quality brought to paper.
"Go to sleep."
"It's important!"
A blanket was wrapped around him, before Liu QingGe hefted him onto his shoulder.
"What're you doing!"
Mu QingFang couldn't move, unless he were willing to rip the blanket.
And it was his favourite.
"Getting you to bed. Wipe that grin off, Shidi, not like that!"
After a few steps, Mu QingFang was carefully placed on his bed. He tried getting up, but Liu QingGe pinned him down, unwilling to budge.
"Sleep."
Mu QingFang accepted his fate.