Qiao Yin shrank in his arms, feeling the warmth of his skin, and felt a little at ease: "But you scared me so much I can't sleep."
"Then what do you want so you can sleep?"
"I can sleep well once you leave."
"If I leave, all the ghosts outside will come in, and your life will be over."
"When you were not around, I could sleep alone and live very well. If I were to rely on you for protection, I would have died a hundred times by now."
After Qiao Yin finished speaking, both of them were reminded of the time when she was kidnapped.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Lu Lingche held her a little tighter, as if he wanted to press her into his heart.
She didn't know that he dreamed every day of that gloomy and dark graveyard, dreaming that she was kidnapped and brutally killed there.
He woke up every day in severe heartache.
So when Qiao Yin provoked his heartache, he did not have a significant reaction.
He got used to it.
He bent down to kiss her, but she dodged.
