Lin Qiao wasn't sleeping very soundly, as soon as he moved, she woke up, rubbing her drowsy eyes, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, sister-in-law, do you want to come up and sleep for a while?" Song Tingfan considerately got up and made the bed for her, bending down to pat the spot where he'd slept several times, afraid it might be dirty.
"No need, I'll go make breakfast." Lin Qiao had slept for a long time, her arm was numb, and as soon as she lifted it, she let out a hiss.
Seeing this, Song Tingfan instinctively reached out to help her rub it. Lin Qiao hadn't reacted yet, but he blushed, although he didn't let go, squeezing her wrist with just the right amount of force.
After a while, he awkwardly asked, "Are you feeling better, sister-in-law?"
"I'm fine." Lin Qiao drew her hand back.
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Song Qin and Song Rong were already in the kitchen making dinner, and when they saw the two come in, Song Qin smiled and told them to go out, "It's almost ready, go have a seat outside."
