"Hmm, if I don't treat you well, who else would I treat well?" His fingers, slightly rough, gently touched her lips, and he lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead.
That kiss, sweet as honey, melted into her heart all at once.
Ye Anran gently smiled, and suddenly, she felt much less distressed.
"Uncle, I'm so tired, I need to sleep for a while." Startled and weary, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep soundly.
"Hmm, sleep peacefully; it's safe here." He opened his arms, lifted her entirely, and placed her on his lap.
This position was somewhat ambiguous, yet it provided her an unprecedented sense of safety; she hugged his arm and closed her eyes.
She had thought it would be difficult to fall asleep, but she drifted off almost instantly.
She did not sleep soundly, her brows tightly furrowed, occasionally twisting her body. He kept gently patting her back, one hand tenderly soothing the unease between her brows.
