Just like a wife welcoming her late-returning husband, Beiming Han's heart softened, He leaned over to give her a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered in her ear, "Sleep."
"Why did you come back so late today? Was there something?" Gu Qingxin, rubbing her sleep-dimmed eyes, stared at him, her eyes were particularly beautiful and bright, just like the stars in the sky.
"Nothing, did you get tired today?" Beiming Han gazed at her with eyes full of tenderness and affection.
"Hmm, a little bit."
"Sleep."
"Have you had dinner?" Gu Qingxin had lost all her sleepiness and sat up, wide-eyed, staring at him. Her adorable look resembled a cute little deer.
His heart softened even more. If she could always be by his side like this, it would be a beautiful thing indeed.
"I'm not hungry." Beiming Han was indeed not that hungry. His stomach had long grown insensitive to food due to his irregular eating habits and constant hunger.
