The doll in her hand was yanked away forcefully and casually thrown onto the ground.
"Hold me."
He spoke softly.
"Huh?"
Lou Hezhan said, "Hold me, don't hold the doll."
"Huh?"
An Ran was a bit speechless. She wanted to hold the doll—wasn't it softer, wasn't it more comfortable to hold the doll?
Besides...
If she were to hold him, she might be too scared to sleep!
"No... no need, I'm a bit tired, I'll rest, rest!"
An Ran quickly lay down on the bed, not daring to take off her clothes, and closed her eyes.
She thought this way, she'd be fine.
Suddenly, the blanket was lifted, and he lay down beside her, grasping her white arm like a lotus root and placing it on his waist. His intention was clear: he wanted her to hold him.
An Ran felt an urge to cry.
She shifted, trying to crawl out from under the blanket, wanting to sleep, but the warm body next to her was still there, exuding warmth. She could hear his heartbeat, impossible to ignore, his presence too strong.
