Qiao Yu poured her some water, almost with his eyes closed.
Gu Xiaomo took the cup, stared at a spot, and drank several gulps of water.
Half-asleep, he climbed back into bed and casually pulled her over.
Gu Xiaomo opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and then glanced at the man beside her.
Could he really get up to pour her water even with his eyes closed?
Did he often get up to pour her water when she was drunk before?
She turned her head to look at him.
Since when did he become so handsome?
His features weren't so childlike when he was sleeping with his eyes closed.
Like they were carved with pen and ink.
Gu Xiaomo couldn't help but reach up to trace his features.
Qiao Yu seemed a bit ticklish, took her hand away, "Don't mess around, baby!"
Baby?
Why did that always sound so pleasing to her ears?
Qiao Yu suddenly hugged her, rubbing her into his arms, making her body press even tighter against him.
She could feel the beating of that part of him...
