Shen Hanyu's eyes darkened as he subconsciously looked at Sang Qianqian, who was only wearing a thin nightdress.
The girl's body was cold, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat, which soaked through her hair. She didn't even wear her shoes as her fair feet stepped on the cold marble floor.
Shen Hanyu raised his hand and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead. "Did you have a nightmare?" He asked in a low and gentle voice.
She was obviously shocked to suddenly knock on his door at this time. It was easy to guess that she had a nightmare.
Sang Qianqian's head was buried in his chest as she muttered a low "Mm,".
Shen Hanyu did not hesitate. He carried her and was about to put her on the sofa. "I'll get your shoes."
"I don't want to. Hanyu, don't go."
Sang Qianqian clutched his clothes tightly and hugged him even tighter, refusing to get down from his arms.
