He wasn't left with nothing, he still had...
Cheng Weiyue was carried back to the bedroom by Zhou Jingwei.
She was placed on the soft edge of the bed, Zhou Jingwei knelt in front of her, placing her ice-cold feet in his palms.
He looked up at her with overly gentle eyes, "Who let you run around barefoot?"
"I went downstairs to put on shoes," Cheng Weiyue muttered under her breath, unwilling to concede.
The next moment, she leaned in to hug Zhou Jingwei, resting her chin on his shoulder, "Zhou Jingwei, don't worry about me, I'll take good care of myself."
After she spoke, she subconsciously touched his cheek, but her fingertips accidentally came into contact with the sweat at his temples.
Her movements came to a halt, looking at him in surprise, "Why are you sweating so much?"
Zhou Jingwei held her close in his arms again.
His voice became vulnerable for a moment, very hoarse, "Yueyue, I had a nightmare."
