Xiaoqiao felt a bit heavy in the head. She lay on his chest for a while, then slowly sat up, clumsily climbed off him, groped for her clothes, and sluggishly dressed herself before sitting on the edge of the bed for a few minutes.
Seeing her spiritless and weary expression, Gu Hangshen almost wanted to tuck her back in and let her continue sleeping.
As he was thinking this, she had already turned around, bent down, and gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, "I'm leaving."
She had just taken a step when she felt a hand from behind grab her wrist.
Xiaoqiao turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Don't go."
Xiaoqiao suddenly laughed, her brilliance dispelling her fatigue and sleepiness, "Waiting for you to say that wasn't easy."
"I'm delighted that you're jealous! But, I must go."
"I will take care of these matters; you don't need to intervene." Gu Hangshen's intention was to worry about her safety, yet his words came out as a commanding order, irritating to hear.
