Seeing her panic-stricken and tightly clutching her nightgown, Bao Ye remained expressionless, softly chuckling, "Weren't you asleep?"
"Just pretending?"
Exposed, Jiang Ruan's cheeks turned red, muttering, "Who was pretending."
"You clearly woke me up."
Bao Ye: "Oh."
"Waking up and still closing your eyes? Aren't you pretending to sleep?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
Jiang Ruan didn't bother to argue with him.
Clutching the collar of her nightgown, she retreated under the thin blanket, only exposing her little head, looking at him eagerly, "Let's sleep, it's late."
Bao Ye's dark eyes stared at her, then suddenly he raised his hand to rub her head, his touch both indulgent and gentle. He asked her softly, "Sleepy?"
His sudden closeness.
Jiang Ruan paused slightly, the word 'sleepy' inadvertently escaping her lips immediately changed, "I'm okay, I just napped."
"You should hurry to sleep, you've been busy all day."
Jiang Ruan felt sorry for him.
