Seeing Qinghuan finally behaving herself, Shi Yuhuan didn't budge, merely closing his eyes slowly.
At this moment, they were incredibly close.
So close that their breaths could brush against each other's faces.
He could sleep soundly, but Song Qinghuan couldn't. Her heart raced, and she dared not even take a deep breath.
She knew that Yuhuan hadn't actually fallen asleep.
Honestly, she couldn't figure him out, his gaze, his tone, his expressions, and his reasons behind everything he did.
This included his occasional tenderness, sarcasm, and indifference.
But having spent some time with him, she felt she had some understanding of him. She knew that when he didn't smile, it didn't mean he was angry.
She knew that when he had a cold expression, it didn't mean he was really cold-hearted.
Of course, she also knew that when he was gentle, it didn't mean he cared about you.
So, she couldn't understand him, couldn't understand why he was hugging her in his sleep now.
