His fear of lightning was written across his face, so Pei Zhi could only lie to make him feel at ease. "I'm not leaving."
"Don't lie to me."
"I won't."
After Xue Jing confirmed it again, he retracted his hand.
He curled up into a ball at the corner of the sofa. "Then come out quickly."
Pei Zhi nodded.
He walked into the bedroom, placed the soft body in his arms on the bed, and covered her slender legs with a blanket.
"Jiaojiao."
"Yeah…"
Lin Jiao kicked the blanket away.
She frowned and passed her fair forearm under her waist to touch something on her back.
This familiar action made Pei Zhi quickly turn around to avoid seeing something he shouldn't.
He stared at the floor motionlessly. When he saw a black thing flying over from the corner of his eye, he quickly caught it.
This time, the touch was different from before. It was warm and soft.
Out of curiosity, Pei Zhi looked at it.
