Qiao An was pushed into the bathroom, Mu Jingxi's tall figure leaning lazily against the door frame. "Are you going to change yourself, or should I help you?"
He would help?
Qiao An glared at him fiercely, "I'll change myself, you get out!"
"Alright."
Having changed into pajamas and lying on the bed, Qiao An still felt a bit dazed.
She lay on the bed, looking at the man beside her, and then at Little Nuomi, silently questioning her own soul: Wasn't I here to take Little Nuomi away, why... did I suddenly lie down?
Why am I sharing a bed with him?
In the latter half of the night, Mu Jingxi heard the sound of her soft, even breathing beside him. He turned and held her in his arms, his thin lips gently brushing her face.
"Good girl~"
While asleep, she seemed particularly obedient.
Particularly lovable.
......
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
Han Xintong opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by darkness, a chilling cold penetrating her bones.
