Ning Xia instinctively withdrew her hand, covering the phone with the bedsheet and squeezed out a slight smile, "It's nothing, just checking the time."
The obvious attempt to avoid his gaze did not escape the man's notice.
Bo Siyan glazed at the phone but did not press further; his large hand caressed her cheek, lightly stroking, "Did you sleep well?"
The man's voice was very gentle, like a breeze across the heart, strangely dispelling the oppression in hers.
"Yes, pretty well," Ning Xia nodded gently.
Despite her response, her complexion was still pale, her spirit seemed low, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying a lot yesterday.
Bo Siyan stared at her intently for several seconds and then began, "What exactly happened yesterday?"
He paused, then added, "Did someone bully you?"
Her emotional swings were so intense, and the nonsense she spouted was not simply the result of a bad dream.
