Moh Shiche wrapped his long arms around her waist and, still unsatisfied, bent down to kiss her cheek. He was just about to pull the quilt over her when the cellphone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw the caller ID: Ah Chu.
The man's gaze darkened as he answered the call. On the other end, Yan Chu's light voice, tinged with laughter, came through, "Weiwei, where are you? Sweet Sister and I just finished having a late-night snack. Do you want me to bring you something..."
Moh Shiche didn't rush to talk but placed the phone on the pillow instead, gently supporting Luo Qiangwei's head with his hand and speaking in a low, husky voice, "Sleep on my arm—you're not wearing any clothes and might catch a cold, okay?"
On the other end, Yan Chu suddenly gripped the phone tighter—
"Mmm..." Luo Qiangwei responded vaguely, as if displeased by the interruption. She pouted her soft lips and snuggled her head against his chest, continuing to sleep.
