Song Yansheng looked at her, feeling like a cat was scratching his heart, itchy, painful, desperately wanting to hold the little girl in his arms and kiss her deeply, but he didn't dare, afraid of scaring her!
He could feel Shi Nuan slowly accepting him. Although it was a bit slow, acceptance was always a good thing.
His fingertips brushed her cheek again, moving her scattered hair aside. He said, "You continue to sleep for a while, I'll go check on Mingmei!"
Shi Nuan softly responded with an "um," not saying much, watching as the man gently got out of bed, tidied his clothes a bit, and then left the room without lingering.
As the door closed, Shi Nuan buried her face in the pillow again, not knowing why, her face was burning.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that she caught her breath, lightly patting her face to clear her mind a bit.
Only then did she get up, reaching for her phone on the bedside table. There was one unread message, familiar numbers—it was Ji Xia.
