He carefully carried Qiao Xu upstairs, and decisively chose the guest bedroom where he had been sleeping.
He gently placed Qiao Xu on the bed, feeling the wound on his arm slightly open. He rolled up his sleeve to check, and saw that there was some blood seeping through the gauze, but not a lot.
Lu Moqing didn't care, he let go of his sleeve, and lay down next to Qiao Xu.
Qiao Xu felt that she had slept so well that night, the emptiness she had felt for so many years was somehow filled.
She opened her eyes contentedly and saw a handsome face up close.
The owner of the face was looking at her with adoring, love-filled eyes. His just-awakened voice was a bit hoarse and sexy, "Awake?"
Qiao Xu stared blankly for a second, and the next second, she became fully awake and bolted up from the bed.
"How did I end up in your bed?"
