The room's atmosphere was so frigid it seemed as though she was in the Antarctic.
Qiao Ruoxin slowly lay down on the bed, extending her small hand again to cover the man's eyes.
Her voice was clear and tender, "Mo Chen, brother, go to sleep, I will really wake you up."
His dense eyelashes brushed across the palm of her hand as the man closed his eyes.
She looked at the man's tense jaw, her eyes filled with distress.
Two hours later...
"Mo Chen, brother? Wake up, it's time."
The man opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Qiao Ruoxin's beautiful and delicate little face.
He had actually fallen into a deep sleep.
Mo Chen stared at her face for three seconds, then glanced at his watch; two hours had passed.
He sat up, his long fingers resting against his forehead, and he closed his eyes for a minute.
Then, the man stood up, leaving the bed that was filled with the girl's fresh scent.
"I'm leaving."
