He didn't make a sound, and Qiao Mo sighed softly, feeling somewhat tired.
Child... Qiao Mo gently touched her stomach, recalling his words from last night, and felt a bit moved.
Qiao Mo stared at his cheek for a while, unable to resist reaching out to gently stroke his eyes.
His eyelashes were long, with dark circles underneath, as if it had been a long, long time since he had slept well.
She didn't wake him up, softly closed her eyes, and leaned against him to sleep for a while longer.
Actually… she missed him very much too.
She just hadn't had the courage to come back, to face everything, or to start over.
Half asleep, they both had a rare good sleep.
When Fu Nancheng woke up, he saw Qiao Mo nestled in his arms, his large hand gently falling on her hair, his gaze softening a bit.
"Awake?"
"Mm..." Qiao Mo didn't move, lazily responding. It was a rare weekend.
He didn't rush her, and they lay in bed for a while.
