"Couldn't sleep all night?" he asked in a deep voice, with a slight furrow in his brow.
"I did sleep." Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, her voice somewhat choked, with tears swirling in her eyes, unable to express her grievance.
But in the next moment, she fell into a warm embrace.
Fu Nancheng, after taking off his coat, sat on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap.
Qiao Mo hung her head, not looking at him, and sat silently on his thigh.
He gently lifted her chin: "Not even looking at me?"
Qiao Mo broke free from his fingers and turned her head away again, still unwilling to look at him.
"Really not going to look at me?" he asked softly.
"Mm." Qiao Mo responded in a muffled voice, which made him laugh.
He reached out and placed her head against his chest, gently stroking her hair: "Why didn't you sleep well?"
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, feeling a sour sensation in her nose: "You didn't come back all night."
"Did you miss me?"
"No."
