Zhao Junyao did not react.
After a while, Xia Ruqing turned over again and looked over.
He was already asleep.
Looking closely.
His eyes were tightly shut, and despite the usual mightiness between his brows, there was a trace of fatigue.
On his chin and jaw, there were patches of bluish stubble.
He looked utterly exhausted.
"What could he be busy with? Did something happen up front?" Xia Ruqing wondered.
As she was pondering.
Suddenly, Zhao Junyao embraced her tightly even in his sleep, his brows relaxing.
He murmured softly, "Qingqing..."
Someone's face flushed red, her heart fluttering wildly.
A hint of sweetness welled up from the depths of her heart, as if she were soaking in a jar of honey.
It's been months since they've been close.
She thought he had long forgotten her.
Unexpectedly, he also missed her!
"Really defeated by you!"
She glared at him playfully, then clung to him like an octopus, found a comfortable position, and went to sleep as well.
