Can’t I Touch While He Can?

Guided by the soothing assistance of the Little Snowman, the anxiously unsettled Chu Jiuning gradually drifted into sleep.

As the night deepened, Yue An arrived, finding her in peaceful slumber.

He quietly approached the bedside, his gaze fixed upon her serene countenance, devoid of sorrow or joy.

When Chu Jiuning awoke the next morning, she was taken aback by the presence of someone sitting by her bedside.

Yue An turned his face slightly away from her as she stirred.

Once she recognized him, Chu Jiuning sat up with a hand on her chest, sighing deeply.

Realizing that dawn had broken outside, she straightened her posture and coughed lightly. “Good morning.”

Yue An glanced at her, remaining silent.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke. “Xiao Xue, Bai Yu has explained the entire situation to me.”

Chu Jiuning raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. She maintained her composure and calmly asked, “Oh? And how did he explain it?”