Her eyelids were so heavy they almost forced shut, leaving her without the strength even to keep her eyes open.
The temperature inside the car had risen, gradually drying the clothes on her body. Her consciousness slowly drifted away and soon she fell asleep.
Qin Mo was exhausted.
So tired that she couldn't even lift a finger.
Chu Yiqin watched her. Her pale face, the silhouette of her eyelashes casting shadows, her lips white and peeling. She must have been very uncomfortable, yet she had fallen asleep in her half-dry, half-wet gown.
The man reached out, his warm palm touching her face.
The smooth sensation made his fingers tremble.
Even in her sleep, Qin Mo felt his touch and rubbed against it submissively, like a kitten.
This woman was so changeable.
Harmless in sleep, yet stubborn when confronting him, filled with hatred towards his family. And stubborn to the core, preferring to take revenge personally.
Qin Mo slept restlessly.