Bo Siye now truly doesn't dare to leave her for a moment, afraid she'll be bullied.
He gently placed her on the bed, and from start to finish, she didn't wake up.
From childhood to adulthood, countless times she has been carried by her big brother to the bed in her sleep, it has become a habit. Even in her slumber, she can discern that this is his scent, his embrace.
He pulled up the quilt and covered her properly.
Sitting at the bedside, he leaned over and gently kissed her smooth, beautiful forehead.
He turned off the room light, leaving only a dim small lamp on, then habitually tidied her leftover fruit plate, milk cup, and snack bag, before leaving the room.
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"Young master, you haven't rested yet?" The maid saw him come out holding things and hurried to take them.
Bo Siye smiled elegantly: "Mm, going to sleep, you all should rest early too."
"Thank you, young master." The maid replied, taking the items downstairs.
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