Leng Shuangshuang stood by the bed watching him. Perhaps he had drunk a bit too much, as even in his sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression looked somewhat pained.
After standing for a while, she walked around to the foot of the bed, leaned down to take off his shoes, then pulled the quilt out from under him and covered him with it.
After she had done all this, she went back to the head of the bed. He still wore that pained expression. She sighed, leaned down, and undid the first button of his shirt. Seeing that it didn't ease him much, she raised her hand, prepared to undo the second button.
Unexpectedly, before the button was undone, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. She was startled and turned in terror to look at the man in the bed, immediately frozen on the spot.
Lu Jincheng had woken up at some point and was now staring at her with clear eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
