Even though she was wearing a double-layered jacket, Yue Jiaojiao's slender waist could still be easily held.
A petite woman sat on Zhao Zhan's lap, her entire body completely enveloped by his large frame.
Zhao Zhan's fingers moved up slowly, then he gently rubbed the back of her nape. His rough fingertips touched her delicate ears, and Yue Jiaojiao shrank back from the sensitive touch, her earlobes were so red that they looked similar to blood.
Zhao Zhan's fingers were reluctant to pull back, and the struggle in his eyes quickly disappeared. He leaned forward and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to lie down for a while? I can read you another story."
He could hear every movement on the ship. Zhao Zhan wanted to shield her from everyone on this boat. How could he be willing to let others have a glimpse of her?
Yue Jiaojiao's eyes were wet. When she heard the contents of Zhao Zhan's words, her gaze wavered for a moment before she nodded.
