Jun Moyan gently rubbed her hair with the large hand resting on her head and said, "Awake?"
Thinking that Jun Moyan had just woken up, Wen Xiao'ai propped herself up on his chest and slightly lifted herself to look at him.
The red bloodshot eyes in each other's eyes made it clear to both of them that neither had slept all night.
Indeed, in this situation, who could sleep without a care?
Yet both tacitly avoided discussing the topic.
"Your eyes must be uncomfortable, right? They're all swollen. Don't cry like this again." Jun Moyan gently touched Wen Xiao'ai's swollen eyes with his fingertips, feeling a slightly hot temperature that made him feel distressed and guilty.
Wen Xiao'ai didn't speak, but hugged Jun Moyan and showered him with kisses.
After the kisses, she didn't forget her daily routine: "Jun Moyan, I like you, I love you. Okay, let's quickly get up and go back."
Wen Xiao'ai said as she got off him and hurriedly tried to get out of bed.