The drunken man lying on the bed gave her no response, continuing to sleep soundly with his mouth slightly open and snoring softly.
Nuonuo sat by the bed, staring blankly at him. After a long while, she angrily ground her teeth and stretched out her hand to pinch his face hard.
She intended to pinch him ruthlessly, but when her fingers reached his skin, they silently eased up halfway. Regardless of whether she felt love, hate, resentment, or annoyance towards this person, she couldn't bring herself to truly hurt him.
Yes, she couldn't bring herself to do it!
"Itchy..." the drunken man mumbled, waving his hand slightly.
Itchy?!
You only know it's itchy, but do you know how I've managed to get through these years?!
Nuonuo looked at the face she both loved and hated, wishing she could slap it, but although she imagined it, her fingertips landed lightly on his thick brows and traced them gently.
