The corners of his mouth slowly curved up, he wanted to kiss her, but feared he would wake her…
After all, it had been so long since they had such a warm moment together.
Ever since old Mrs. Feng passed away, Duan Fei became like a hedgehog suddenly bristling with spikes, always seeking to leave him, to escape his control.
He gave way step by step, yet he felt her drifting further and further away from him.
He did not like this feeling of being unable to control.
Was it not good for her to just stay obediently by his side?
He would protect her, cherish her dearly, ensure she was without any worry of food and clothing, to live a peaceful life…
Rong Moyong sighed in his heart.
In the end, he could only tighten his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, and then he continued to sleep deeply.
As for Duan Fei…
She was woken up by a burst of talking.
Opening her eyes, she discovered that at some point, she had ended up lying on a bed…
To be exact, lying on top of a man.
