Silu's face showed a look of shock. She gazed at Long Xiliang and Lu Xiaoyou, feeling that what was happening before her eyes was incredibly surreal.
Could these words really have come from Long Xiliang's mouth?
He was protecting this woman so much—the ruthless and cold Seventh Master of the Long Family—he now had a fatal vulnerability and weakness!
"Just lie down! I'll handle the mess Miemie caused."
Lu Xiaoyou pushed Long Xiliang down onto the bed directly. She pulled the blanket over him, and when she was about to withdraw her hand, the man clasped her wrist.
"Stay with me tonight." His voice was hoarse, thick with nasal tone, sounding almost like a plea.
A sick man suddenly became a clingy child, needing someone by his side to feel at ease.
The doctors standing by the door instantly felt an overwhelming pressure...
Lu Xiaoyou rubbed his forehead a few times, messing up his bangs, "Fine, I'll sleep with you tonight~"
