Xia Ling turned over and ignored him, yet he still rambled. "You're being petty if this makes you angry, little beauty. Have you forgotten that while you slept, you wouldn't let go of my hand and even demanded that I sing for you?"
Her heart clenched. Perhaps the voice was not a dream.
She raised her head incredulously. "You… you sang for me?!"
His face broke into an attractive smile. "That's right, if I wouldn't sing, you wouldn't let me go. You wouldn't sleep well, waking up in a cold sweat. I had no choice, I had to just hold you and sing. I sang so many songs — I think I sang all the songs I know before you finally went to sleep."
Li Lei mockingly continued, "You're so hard to please, little beauty."
