Mo Chen firmly grasped her chin and leaned down to kiss her.
"Mmm..."
She had wanted to struggle, but then she thought that it seemed they hadn't... for a long time.
So, Qiao Ruoxin obediently complied, but surely enough, after the man fervently kissed her for a while, he still chose to let her go, covered her with the blanket, and turned off the bedroom light.
"Sleep."
The man's deep voice rose in the dark, and then he habitually hugged her body.
A sense of loss flashed in Qiao Ruoxin's eyes.
She sighed softly, a sound only she could hear.
It seemed that Mo Chen no longer had much of a physical need nowadays, not like before when he always clung to her, keeping her awake all night. Now, he simply held her as they slept.
She felt she had completely become nothing more than a pillow.
In the darkness, her soft voice sounded: "Mo Chen?"
"Hmm..."
"Have you been troubled by work recently? Not feeling well?"
The man was silent for a few seconds: "No."
