Qiao Duo'er was woken up by Tan Zhenghong's burning gaze, which she found impossible to ignore.
"What hour is it?" Qiao Duo'er asked.
Wait, was that really her speaking just now? Her voice... really hers, only hoarse.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head: "I don't know either, who cares about that. If you're still sleepy, just keep sleeping. I'll stay with you."
"Stop looking at me." Qiao Duo'er closed her eyes again.
Tan Zhenghong moved even closer: "I'll look at mine, you sleep on yours."
Qiao Duo'er pulled the covers over herself tightly: "I'll be fine after a little rest. Go heat some water for me. I want to take a bath."
Tan Zhenghong complied immediately, and Qiao Duo'er breathed a sigh of relief. Acting spoiled with him really was most effective.
Tan Zhenghong hurriedly went to heat the water, indeed he had gone too far last night.
