For some reason, he felt a bit awkward. Offering a sheepish smile, he bent down to peck her on the forehead, then tucked her back into his embrace, sighing, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nestled in his arms, Zhan Se sniffed, tentatively saying, "She's not feeling well, don't you want to go see her?"
The man's body stiffened, and, holding her down, he turned off the bedside wall lamp.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, I'll say it again, she's nobody to me."
In the bedroom, darkness enveloped everything.
Under the covers, the two were tightly wrapped in each other's arms.
Zhan Se kept her eyes closed, leaning against him, but was unable to fall asleep for a long time. She breathed deeply in the familiar scent of the man, her hand on his waist tightened, and she let out a small sigh.
What is love in this world, it's just a matter of finding one's match!
In front of emotions, even the smartest humans lower their IQ.
