"Xiaoxue, what nonsense are you thinking about?" Rubbing his forehead in frustration, the woman's unreasonable tantrum felt like a smokeless war, and the man was the loser of this battle. Xiao Lin stepped forward and enveloped Xia Xue, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his arms, unable to resist caressing her delicate shoulders.
In silence, Xia Xue cried softly. She had a feeling this man might suddenly disappear before her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold onto him. Panic engulfed her.
"Oh my God, you're holding me so tightly!" Xiaoxue suddenly embraced him back, and Xiao Lin freed his hands. He was truly speechless and helpless at his woman's bewildering behavior.
Behind them was the balcony. The night sky wasn't without stars, but the lights from the buildings illuminated the dark night brightly.
Lian was flipping through a book, seemingly expecting him to come looking for her, wearing pajamas with a cup of coffee on the bedside table.
