Lu Zhao turned around to sleep, but he was still troubled by Luo Ying's actions.
Just as Lu Zhao was about to fall asleep, he felt a pair of soft little hands embrace him.
"You're so big. I can barely wrap my arms around you," the woman mumbled unconsciously.
Lu Zhao turned around, grabbed Luo Ying's hand, and pulled her into his arms.
The girl moved closer to his chest and snuggled around until she was comfortable. Her soft bangs were scrunched up, and her small face was wrinkled up, looking like a cute little rabbit.
He hugged her even tighter.
Why did this little woman always make his heart ache so much?
The two of them slept in each other's arms the entire night.
When Luo Ying woke up, the sky was already bright, and there was no one beside her.
Luo Ying sighed. It wasn't easy for Lu Zhao to run a company well at such a young age. He left early and returned late every day.
