"Shh!"
He actually made a shushing gesture.
My God, how different he was, unwilling to wake her up.
Leng Shaoze carried her into the room, covered her with a blanket, and prepared to leave.
But her hand caught his, "Don't go, okay? I don't want to be alone right now!"
Her voice sounded so pitiful, so helpless.
Leng Shaoze's heart had never been soft, but at that moment, it softened.
He sat beside her and whispered, "Dongfang Ling, do you know what happens when you invite a man to stay by your side?"
"I don't know, but just don't go."
She wasn't just feeling heartache now, her head also hurt, everything hurt, and if she was left alone, she would remember the moment of rejection and want to cry all over again.
"Are you sure?"
"Mhm."
Leng Shaoze had been holding back for a long time. Her previous closeness and teasing had ignited a fiery heat within him, and her current actions were simply pushing him to his limit.
