By the time Fang Mo'er had returned to her room, Shi Mo had already changed into his pajamas.
He was flipping through a magazine in his hand.
He was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, looking calm and peaceful.
It was as if he was waiting for her.
Fang Mo'er pursed her lips.
Even though this man had been forced to stop at a critical moment, he was still very accommodating towards her.
After Fang Mo'er had finished washing up, Shi Mo was still in the same position as before.
"Come over here." He waved his hand.
Fang Mo'er walked over and Shi Mo reached out to pull her into his embrace.
Shi Mo lay on his side with one hand across her chest.
He then said softly, "Sleep."
In the darkness, Shi Mo did not make any other movements.
Fang Mo'er could feel the warmth emanating from his body.
In an instant, she felt extremely comfortable.
Was this some kind of legendary warming bed?
