His deep eyes were focused on the documents on the table. He picked up a file, skimmed through it, and casually tossed it into the trash bin, "Since they're in such a hurry, I'll just cut off their hands and feet for her."
"Yes, sir." Han Changqing obliged, then got up and left.
Xiao Mohan stood up, moved the bookshelf on the other side of the study aside, then returned to the room from the balcony.
The room was still lit; she was lying on the spacious bed, her sleep was extremely restless!
He reached out and turned off the light, leaving only a desk lamp on.
"From now on, I'm here! There will be no unrest." He whispered, then rolled onto his side on the bed and reached out his arm, pulling her into his arms.
Gu Chuyan murmured, shrinking into his arms. Her small hand clutched at his clothes, refusing to let go. As if his embrace brought her a sense of safety she craved.
