Xia Weibao held her breath, afraid of provoking him again.
After eating, she lay down again.
Lu Hualiang pushed the dining cart outside the door, turned back into the room, tucked her in, "Sleep a bit more, you look terrible.
I'll be on the balcony dealing with some things, call me if you need anything."
With that, he turned to leave.
A small hand reached out from the quilt, gently grabbing the hem of his clothes.
Lu Hualiang looked down at the pale, delicate hand, then at the woman whose little head peeked out from the covers.
He said nothing.
Xia Weibao pressed her lips, nervously asking, "Are you angry?"
"No."
"Stay and sleep with me."
"I have work to do..."
"I'm scared."
Her words blocked all his excuses.
Lu Hualiang brought the laptop and leaned against the headboard.
Xia Weibao lay there, lifting her gaze to look at him, then she moved like a worm, pleasingly resting her head on his lap.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
He sighed silently, extending his arms to hold her.
