Jiang Xuan: "..."
This move really didn't suit him.
Xia Ye glanced at the rebar, then at the back of his hand, "You ruined the tent San Ge set up for me."
Jiang Xuan ground his molars in frustration, "Go to sleep. If you don't, you'll end up ruined along with it."
That night, the sensation of holding her had been real and full; he no longer felt empty...
Others might not sleep well in a tent, but he seemed to sleep better there than in his own luxury home.
The next morning, he vaguely felt the little one squirming in his arms, but he didn't wake up immediately.
Eventually, he woke up half an hour later than usual.
Jiang Xuan sat up, straightening his back which had been cramped all night to avoid squeezing the girl.
The bed next to him was already empty, only the wrinkled sheets remained. He raised his hand to rub his temples.
What was that little one busy with this morning?
As he rubbed, he felt something unusual on his hand, pulling it to his eyes...
