"Hmm, I know... I'll be there in a bit..."
"Accompanying my wife."
"...Single dogs shouldn't talk so much nonsense."
A low voice came to her ears. Bi Xia softly hummed, turned over, and burrowed into the quilt. Just as she was halfway in, a large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a hot chest.
Her small hand was grasped tightly and placed on the chest. Curled up against Qin Zhan, her head rested on his chest. Her delicate face, with slightly trembling eyelashes, moved uneasily.
Seeing Bi Xia showing signs of waking up, Qin Zhan said a quick 'hanging up' into his phone and tossed the phone aside, his long arm holding the girl tightly.
Her starry eyes fluttered, as she lazily yawned, stretching her legs under the covers. Her small head, resting against the firm chest, slowly lifted. Her thick eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes to see the face before her.
