Hanging up the phone, Memoria Campbell smiled at the screen, placed the phone back on the table, and turned to look at Leng Xiaoxie.
He was lying on the bed, his eyelashes drooping, maintaining the same posture as before.
She tiptoed over silently and leaned in, listening to his steady breathing, appearing as if he had already fallen asleep.
Memoria carefully moved her face closer, observing his sleeping expression.
His long lashes cast down, his face was as exquisite as a sculpture crafted by a master, lacking the usual flamboyance, and instead was particularly serene and beautiful.
With a slight lift of her lips, she carefully pulled the thin blanket to cover his waist, turned around, and walked to the end of the bed, gently helping him remove his shoes.
Leng Xiaoxie chuckled softly, "I thought... you were kissing me!"
"You rascal!" Memoria huffed, throwing his socks at him, "Go take a bath!"
