Ning Qing was still groggy from her sleep. She looked up at the man. He threw the yellow blanket and wet baby clothes into the bathroom. He stood by the door and was lifting his hand to unbutton his black shirt.
Ning Qing closed her eyes in alarm. She didn't want to see him naked.
The door of the bathroom was quickly closed, and the sound of running water could be heard. Soon afterward, the man came out with a cool and refreshing scent wafting around him.
The big bed beside her sank. Her small face was caressed, and the man's big, rough hands skimmed piteously over her face.
Ning Qing shrank and buried herself deeper in the blankets.
The big hand on her face was withdrawn. The man was turning around.
When Lu Shaoming turned around, he suddenly felt that his little thumb was pulled by a small, boneless hand, and behind him, there was a soft, sweet voice. "Are... Are you leaving?"
