My Loyal Husband After Our Divorce

“What is this 2000 RMB job about?”

Xia Zhi was taken aback. He had no idea why his sister would suddenly be curious about a project that he was going to reject but he explained it patiently, “It’s to code a mini game. I’ve done something like this before but it took me four days. My senior wanted this done in two days so I’m sure I can’t finish it on time.”

“Let me take a look at it…” Xinghe sat up in her bed. Xia Zhi quickly put away his laptop to stop her, adding, “Sis, please sit still, you’re going to pull out the IV.”

“You worry too much. Let me see what kind of mini-game you’re making,” Xinghe smiled.

Xia Zhi was an only son, so after his father took in Xinghe, she became the big sister that he always wanted but never had.

Maybe it was the power elder siblings hold over their younger counterparts but for some reason, Xia Zhi was always ready to entertain Xinghe’s requests.

Xinghe had never once coerced her brother into doing things with either words or force, but Xia Zhi had an unnatural obeisance towards his sister.

He intuited that there was something extraordinary and impressive about his sister even though he couldn’t exactly put his fingers on it. The last six years they spent together hadn’t cleared up the mystery either…

Xia Zhi said as he turned the laptop screen around, “But Sis, why would you want to look at

clicked on a few buttons. She realized it really

your laptop for one

assumed she want to play the game because she was

should take this chance to rest. If you’re really that bored, why not sleep? Playing video games is not good for your

keep you entertained

rarely resisted his sister’s

he would feel inscrutably happy every time he managed to fulfill his sister’s

“I’ll only let you play for one hour, okay? If you don’t return my laptop

Xinghe ignored him.

screen as her fingers slowly warmed to the sensations that she was once

wavered as she stared at

years since she worked with these

forgotten the knowledge that

between her and these piles

felt surreal even after she finished writing a line of code. She couldn’t help but wonder if the code she

moving on their own, surviving on motor memory that was seared into