After a moment's hesitation, Qiao Mo gently stood up and pushed the remote control forward on the coffee table, sliding it in front of him.
Only then did she turn around and leave.
It wasn't until Qiao Mo completely disappeared from his sight and the bedroom door was tightly closed.
Fu Nancheng finally raised his head and looked somewhat greedily in the direction she had left.
It wasn't until more than half an hour later that Qiao Mo was drifting into sleep.
The bedroom door was quietly pushed open, making Qiao Mo immediately more awake.
Fu Nancheng glanced at the bedroom still illuminated by the wall light, bathed in a warm glow. On the bed was a small figure wrapped up, the large bed only occupied a small space, yet it inexplicably softened his heart.
He walked to her side, looked at her small face, and placed a hand on the wall light switch.
Just as he was about to turn off the light, he seemed reluctant to do so.
