In the midst of her wandering thoughts, Qiao Mo gradually fell asleep.
Without the usual unease, she felt particularly stable, just warm, secure, and very comfortable.
Until her breathing became even, Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, kissed her forehead lightly, and then got up gently.
"Mmm..."
With just a slight movement, she furrowed her brows and let out a dissatisfied murmur, clutching one of his arms tightly.
He eased his movements a bit and whispered, "If you don't let go, I can't leave."
Not sure if she subconsciously heard his voice, but as soon as he spoke, she surprisingly let go of his arm, turned over, and showed no reluctance at all.
Fu Nancheng's expression darkened a bit, what did this woman mean by this?
As soon as he mentioned staying, she turned over and let go without a second thought... truly heartbreaking...
After kissing her forehead with indulgence in his eyes, he covered her with the quilt and then turned to leave.
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