Riverside Fragrant Mansion.
The guest room on the second floor of the villa.
Restlessly, Luo Xiaoqian slept, murmuring indistinct words, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
Noting the glistening tears at the corner of her eyes, Jiao Yang sighed, put the cigarette he had been toying with between his fingers to his lips, and carefully picked up a tissue, intending to wipe her sweat.
"Zimo..."
Before he could touch her, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly opened her eyes.
Jiao Yang withdrew his hand with the tissue, "Had a nightmare?"
Luo Xiaoqian's gaze was somewhat hazy as she looked at him. After a moment, she came to her senses, "You... why haven't you gone to sleep?"
Jiao Yang removed the cigarette from his lips and smiled faintly, "How can I sleep when there's a beautiful woman in the house? So, while you were sleeping, I came over to admire the sleeping beauty."
