Lu Jingchen held Song Qiao in his arms all night, so his whole arm was numb, and even a slight movement felt uncomfortable, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.
He cautiously tried to withdraw his hand, but stopped when his gaze met Song Qiao's big eyes, already awake and looking at him, at some unknown time.
As if he suddenly lost all words, the man's thin lips moved slightly; it took a while before he slowly spoke, "You're awake? Are you hungry? Should I prepare something for you?"
Song Qiao had been sleeping through the night, only waking up now, and surely hadn't gotten up to eat anything in the middle of the night; otherwise, he would have noticed.
Moreover, if she had woken up in the middle of the night, it's unlikely she would let him hold her while sleeping again.
Song Qiao noticed the somewhat strange and uncomfortable expression on his face. Although he masked it well, she still caught it.
