Lu Jingchen spent the entire night holding Song Qiao in his sleep, so right now, his entire arm was practically numb, and the slightest movement felt incredibly uncomfortable, causing him to frown slightly.
He carefully tried to withdraw his hand, but stopped moving entirely after a short attempt because at that moment, his gaze met Song Qiao's, who had woken up at some point and was staring at him with wide eyes.
As if suddenly deprived of all language, the man's thin lips parted slightly, and it took a while before he finally spoke, "You're awake? Are you hungry? Should I get you something to eat now?"
Song Qiao had been asleep all of the previous night and was only waking up now; she certainly hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night to eat anything—if she had, he would have known.
Moreover, if she had woken up in the middle of the night, she wouldn't have asked to be held by him again to sleep.
