Mo Chen's eyes darkened as he met her serious gaze.
"Shall I get up now? Am I really going to take off your clothes this time?" her other little hand reached out towards the man.
"..."
Mo Chen remained silent for a few seconds, then lay back down.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, a delicate and soft little hand covered his eyes, so gentle…
"Stay with me for a while, I'm really tired," her voice carried a hint of laziness.
The man finally gave up struggling and responded faintly, "Hmm."
With Qiao Ruoxin's small hand covering his eyes, he could see nothing and simply closed his eyes.
The air was filled with her scent, very comfortable.
Gradually, Mo Chen entered deep sleep and lost consciousness.
Qiao Ruoxin removed her hand from his eyes and looked at his sleeping handsome features.
Long-term insomnia had already taken a toll on his body, and without proper rest and recuperation, his psychological trauma would only worsen.