He gently kissed her hair, the movement was very light. It seemed like just holding her like this made him feel very satisfied.
...
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The atmosphere between the two had eased a bit.
Qiao Mo returned to the bed in the bedroom because she couldn't help but feel sorry for him having to squeeze into such a small sofa with her every day and then have such a busy day the next day.
He always kept his promise, although he would sometimes still couldn't resist kissing her.
But it was always just a light peck, and even before she could speak, he would already move away, never touching her again.
However, Fu Nancheng was still very busy, so busy that he left early and returned late, sometimes to the point where she couldn't see his figure.
This morning was a weekend.
When Qiao Mo woke, it was already half past seven. She turned her head to look at the figure in the bathroom. Qiao Mo lightly took out her phone and checked the calendar.
