He reached out and rubbed her head, his face softened, "Go wash up and sleep, don't think nonsense."
Anning frowned unhappily. He was too mercurial, leaving her somewhat perplexed, "Leng Youchen, why won't you just trust me?"
Because trusting you means losing you, Leng Youchen silently answered in his heart. Therefore, even if the evidence was all laid out before him, as long as she and Anjing were not standing in front of him together, he would never relent.
"If you can't sleep, I don't mind helping you with some pre-sleep exercise, to help you drift off," Leng Youchen looked up, his gaze ambiguously falling on the fullness of her chest.
Anning jolted, terrified, and scrambled off his lap, not daring to argue any further.
Only when she was out of his reach did she fiercely glare at him, "You rogue."
