I blinked my eyes, suddenly realizing that the commotion I made every night in bed had been stealthily learned by He Xiangu.
I was bored, she was sad.
Lying in Sang Qi's arms, I quickly felt sleepy, especially after the tossing and turning of tonight, and I slept deeply.
When I woke up the next morning, Sang Qi's handsome face loomed large before me, and only then did I begin to feel a sense of reality sink in bit by bit.
I stared at his face, lost in thought, when he suddenly opened his eyes and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
"How long have you been awake?" I felt a bit embarrassed.
"Your gaze woke me up," he said, feigning seriousness and pretending to fan his pajama collar with his hand.
"Who would want to peep at you?"
"Then why were you staring at me for so long?" He reached out, pulled me into his arms, and said, "Last night, I heard the child crying."
His sudden mention of the child made me stiffen in his embrace.
"Do you really plan on never seeing him?"