Ke Lian leaned close to Du Xixi's ear and whispered these two sentences, but Du Xixi herself didn't hear them clearly; she had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. In her haze, she only felt a warm touch on her forehead, fleeting yet palpable.
She must have been truly worn out, for when the hovercar stopped in front of the villa, and Ke Lian personally carried her to the room for rest, Du Xixi remained deeply asleep, barely showing any awareness. Only when her body touched the soft mattress did she instinctively turn over, nestling herself into the embrace of the comforter.
Ke Lian gently tucked the blanket around Du Xixi, then watched her serene yet visibly fatigued sleeping face for a while. Only then did he extend his calloused fingers and cautiously touch Du Xixi's face.
He pulled back his hand quickly, worried that his movements might disturb Du Xixi's rest.
