"Brother Ren..."
Nie Qianyu was hesitant to speak.
Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "Well, you should sleep. I'll stand by the door."
After saying that, he got up and walked to the door, his slender figure blocking the sunlight pouring in, casting a long shadow diagonally across the kang (heated brick bed).
Nie Qianyu's face reddened, her heart pounding as she curled up on the kang, pulling the quilt over her body, covering herself with the warm shadow, feeling a sense of security in her heart.
Soon, she started to snore gently.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua tiptoed to close the door and went to the room next door.
The black-clothed people's target was Little Tangerine, the girl born on the seventh day of July, while Nie Qianyu was in no danger at all, only experiencing a series of frights.
