"Honey..." Mengmeng, rejected in public, instantly felt heartbroken and looked at him with pitiful eyes.
Such a wronged expression made Gu Zhihan slightly frown, wondering if he had gone too far?
After pondering for a moment, just as he was about to speak again, he saw the little boy in the neighboring bed had already climbed down and walked over to Mengmeng, saying in a baby voice, "Mengmeng, come sleep with me. I'll wrap my arms around you, tell you stories, sing nursery rhymes, and make sure you don't suffer from insomnia."
Without waiting for Mengmeng's consent, the little boy grabbed her arm, intending to lead her to his own small bed.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Upon seeing this, Gu Zhihan instantly flared up, his eyes, black as gems, narrowing as he glared at the hand holding Mengmeng's arm; if looks could inflict physical harm, the boy's hand would have been amputated by now.
