As if what she said could wound his heart.
As if... he loved her so much, cared about her so deeply.
Luo Qiangwei immediately dismissed the thought. She turned around, bent down to unzip the tent, but a man who had swiftly closed the distance grabbed her wrist, "It's not safe here at night. I'll stay in the same tent as you."
Seeing her resisting frown, Mo Shiche swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he added in a quiet voice, "I won't touch you. You sleep, and I'll just sit by your side to keep watch."
"No need. You get your sleep."
After pushing his hand away, Luo Qiangwei stepped straight into the tent, pulled up the zipper, and secured the safety latch.
After a simple wash, she crawled into her sleeping bag. Perhaps because she had been truly exhausted during the day, Luo Qiangwei soon fell asleep, and by the time she awoke, it was already faintly light outside.
