Fu Jinghen straightened up, walked over, closed the door, and then drew the curtains, cutting off the afternoon sunlight. The room suddenly became dim.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, Wen Qiao automatically rolled into his arms. Her soft little hands supported his waist, and her face was buried in his chest, completely dependent on him.
Fu Jinghen kissed her forehead, "Sleep, I'll stay here with you."
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Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu went somewhere and wandered around, not returning to the room the entire afternoon to disturb Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen.
Relaxed, Wen Qiao slept until five o'clock. When she opened her eyes, it was already getting dark outside.
The space beside her was empty. Wen Qiao tilted her head and saw the man sitting at the foot of the bed with his back to her.
The faint light from his laptop screen made his figure a little blurry.
Because she was sleeping, Fu Jinghen hadn't turned on the light, and the room was dim, making that bit of light particularly glaring.
