Zhuo Xiangqiao extended his hand to pat Lin Yue in his arms before closing his eyes again, and Lin Yue looked dejectedly at Zhuo Xiangqiao, who had once again closed his eyes.
She gazed at Zhuo Xiangqiao's somewhat haggard face, a twinge of heartache flickering through her eyes. She pulled the blanket a bit, then found a comfortable position in his arms, yawned softly, and closed her eyes as well.
As Lin Yue finally woke up, she expected to find the space beside her empty as usual, but when she moved to tighten her arms, she realized she was still holding onto something.
Groggily, she opened her eyes and looked up to find Zhuo Xiangqiao sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Xiang Qiao?" Lin Yue rubbed her eyes and looked up at Zhuo Xiangqiao, whom she was holding.
Wasn't he supposed to go to the company today? Why was he still here?
Lin Yue loosened her grip around Zhuo Xiangqiao's waist and prepared to rise from the bed. She was starting to feel hungry again.
