Seeing the wronged expression on Song Tingfan's face, Lin Qiao compromised after meeting his gaze for a while, thinking, "Alright, just sleep, it's not the first time anyway."
She took off her shoes and lay down, just about to tell Song Tingfan beside her to sleep, when a hand wrapped around her waist, followed by something heavy resting on her neck.
A warm breath.
She turned her head in fright, and saw an enlarged handsome face, just a needle's distance away. She could clearly see the fuzz on his face, "..."
She awkwardly said, "Uncle?"
There was no response for a long time, evidently drunk and unconscious.
The room was very quiet, with the cicadas outside buzzing intermittently. Who knew how much time passed before the cicadas' cries stopped.
The boy's head felt heavy, making her shoulder ache a bit. She carefully tried to move to the side, but unexpectedly, as soon as she did, he held her tighter, almost making it hard for her to breathe.
