Ning Xia's fingers unconsciously caressed Little Crybaby's eyebrows and eyes. Without realizing when, tears silently slid down the corner of her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and took a deep breath.
After washing her face in the bathroom and calming down a bit, she returned to bed and cuddled the soft Little Crybaby, falling into a deep sleep.
When she was half-awake, Ning Xia suddenly felt her body being lifted into the air, which startled her, and she sleepily opened her eyes.
The familiar face of the man appeared before her. She glanced at him, her head instinctively leaning against his chest, gently rubbing, and then she closed her eyes again, comforted.
But the next second, she felt something was off and abruptly opened her eyes again.
"You... how are you here?"