The night passed peacefully.
Although Qiao Qiao was worried that there was no one beside Shao Jingmo, she was actually not of much use here. Besides, she slept so soundly at night that she didn't even know when she went to bed.
As Shao Jingmo was hugging her, it affected his wound as expected. He endured the discomfort from his waist injury and leaned over to tuck her in.
Qiao Qiao turned around and hugged Shao Jingmo's arm, rubbing her cheek against the back of his hand.
Shao Jingmo tried to pull his arm back, but she seemed to treat his arm as some important treasure. She hugged it tightly and did not let go. She even said something at the corner of her mouth. It was too soft for him to hear.
Shao Jingmo hesitated for a moment before lying down beside her.
