I'm used to it

Mu Lingqian stroked her little face and said, "I'm used to it."

Wen Xiangyang: "..."

"Go to sleep early."

After Mu Lingqian said this, he didn't speak again.

Wen Xiangyang leaned in Mu Lingqian's arms and blinked her eyes.

Listening to Mu Lingqian's heartbeat.

Her heart also gradually calmed down.

She reached out to hug Mu Lingqian's waist and buried her face into his chest, feeling his warmth.

Regardless, he was back.

Even though during this week, she was almost tortured to despair by his avoidance.

She thought that after he came back, they would part ways. However, seeing him coming back, seeing what he did for her, and seeing his fatigue, she could not be heartless.

The two of them held each other in a rare moment of shared sleep.

Wen Xiangyang consciously didn't let her terrible sleeping manner affect Mu Lingqian's sleep.

However....

The next day, the sunlight shone in and fell on the soft bed.