Xin Zaozao's head was spinning.
She kept her eyes shut.
At that moment, all she felt was a strong body cradling her tightly in his arms.
She didn't resist.
Just like that, she was picked up, in a princess carry, something she had never experienced before.
Mu Cidian placed Xin Zaozao on the bed.
Her face was flushed, probably due to the alcohol, as she kept her eyes closed.
Mu Cidian watched her, just watched her.
And then.
He pulled the blanket from the bed, covered her with it, and turned to leave.
His hand was suddenly grabbed.
Mu Cidian felt a pang in his heart.
It was... a bit of uncontrollable accelerated heartbeat.
His throat clenched, suppressed.
"Stay with me," Xin Zaozao said.
Her voice, so soft and gentle.
He couldn't remember the last time Xin Zaozao was so tender to him.
She hated him so much.
He sat back down beside her bed.
Xin Zaozao's hand never let go of his, her warmth pervading his palm.
