Gu Jiao's head tilted slightly, "I fell asleep."
Xiao Hen: "..."
Xiao Hen laughed softly, "Alright, I know."
He lowered his head and kissed her lips again, tenderly and with restraint, with a dominance that was also gentle.
Gu Jiao fell asleep amidst immense pleasure, and upon waking, she felt indescribably refreshed and clear-headed.
Xiao Hen was no longer there; he had left a note on the bedside table explaining that he had gone to the Ministry of Justice to assist with a case.
The note was filled with a sense of official duty, without a trace of affectionate tone, yet on the table, he had considerately left Gu Jiao's favorite pastries and dried meat.
Gu Jiao tried a piece of pastry.
Mm, so sweet.
After getting ready, Gu Jiao went to the ward next door, Mo Qianxue's.
