Looking at Yun Mo under the soft light, sitting at his desk with a deep gaze, Qiao Xiaon'an felt her heart turned cold. Didn't he understand her intention to go to bed together? Or was he avoiding her? Mornings ago, he seemed to desire her so much but how come he seemed so cold just a day later.
What a complicated man.
She pouted, appearing reluctant, "Oh, then I'll go to sleep first." She stood up and looked at him with disappointment, "Amo, don't stay up too late, take some rest. Health is one's greatest asset. If you don't get enough sleep, you won't feel good tomorrow."
Watching her turn around with a look of dejection, Yun Mo couldn't help but sigh. The expression in his eyes was complicated—helpless, heartbroken, unwilling to see her so sad. He then closed his computer.
Forget it.
He let go of everything he was busy with.
Tonight, he would accompany her properly.
He stood up and approached her.
