When their eyes met, Chi Yue could see a trace of fatigue between his brows.
As usual, he first went to check on Fu Mianmian, then sat down beside, squinting his eyes.
Chi Yue knew he wanted to rest, but she was eager to know what had happened and walked up to him, "Fu Rongyin, aren't you going to tell me what happened?"
Fu Rongyin didn't move.
Chi Yue pursed her lips and raised her hand to push him, "Fu Rongyin."
The man still didn't react.
Chi Yue frowned, about to push him again when suddenly he reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms.
By the time Chi Yue realized, she was already confined in his embrace, his chin resting on her shoulder, his warm breath on her neck, and she instinctively struggled a bit.
"Don't move." The man held her even tighter, "Let me lean on you a while."
