"The 'Mian' in 'sleep'. Sweet dreams to you."
Lu Xiaomian yawned again, pulling Su Li and Xu Haohao along as they left. She was sleepy and wanted to get on the plane and sleep.
Lu Jinghuai watched the three of them leave, then looked at the sachet in his palm.
A faint fragrance wafted from the sachet, inducing a bit of drowsiness.
Lu Xiaomian?
A lightly sleeping little deer?
Lu Jinghuai gently curved his lips, a hint of a starry glint in his eyes.
Interesting name.
Hong Mao said excitedly, "Brother Lu, is she secretly in love with you? She even gave you a handmade sleep sachet."
Lu Jinghuai had been pursued by many women, receiving all kinds of gifts, but this was the first time someone gave him a handmade sachet.
Lu Jinghuai's expression remained calm, and he said indifferently, "Really?"
