Dudu covered herself with the blanket and mumbled, "I don't want to drink... I'll throw up."
Qiao Luchen sighed lightly, placed the cup on the bedside table, went outside to turn off all the lights, then soaked his hands in warm water, dried them, returned to the room she was sleeping in, turned off the bedside lamp, and, with the dim light from outside, lifted her blanket and got in.
The moment he embraced her, he clearly felt her body stiffen. Before Dudu could turn her head, she felt a warm hand resting on her lower abdomen, gently rubbing.
Dudu tried to avoid it uncomfortably, "What are you doing?"
Qiao Luchen held her in his arms, his hand gently massaging her stomach, "Close your eyes and sleep. You won't feel so bad in a while."
Because of his presence, the bedding became much warmer. Combined with her shyness, Dudu felt her whole body heating up. She leaned against him, her gaze falling outside the window, and then slowly closed her eyes.
