Bo Jinghang was amused by her, affectionately pinching her cheek, and promised in a low voice, "There's nothing between Gu Jin'er and me, even if I visit her home, it's merely an act."
"I know."
Qin Yiren looked up at him with her small face, embarrassed and blushing, and softly said, "Although I know... you haven't replied to my messages, I still feel a bit…"
At this point.
She quickly emphasized seriously, "I'm not doubting you, really!"
"I understand, because you care about me." Bo Jinghang held her hand and sat down on the sofa, gently raised his hand, his slender fingertips softly brushed under her eyelids' darkness, "Tell me, did you not sleep well last night?"
He didn't mention it before.
But now that he did.
Qin Yiren couldn't help but yawn, leaning her head on his shoulder, her eyes clouded with physiological mist, and weakly said, "I had a bad dream, couldn't sleep afterwards, and ended up waking late this morning."
