She hummed softly, and outside the villa, the tender green branches also fittingly had a few birds fly by, chirping away cheerfully.
Han Luoli lay on his back in bed, his deep starry eyes half-closed, as if they were black holes about to suck the girl in.
Such a pleasant singing voice.
This little girl always surprised him when he least expected it.
He lifted his hand, as usual, to tousle her hair.
"Don't move! Don't move!" Gu Xiaoer immediately stopped singing and shoved his arm under the covers. She felt as if she'd been burned, sensing his scarily feverish temperature even through his pajamas.
"Ah, what is happening to you!" Gu Xiaoer became frantic, worried that if he didn't listen, she would simply wrap Han Luoli up into a big cocoon.
The man looked down at himself, looking like a mermaid, and couldn't help but chuckle.
What exactly was going on? He could only say that perhaps this was self-inflicted.
