He didn't take off her clothes, didn't want her to think he'd taken advantage of her, though he really wanted to be intimate with her.
The little thing was already so tired that it was snoring. His heart ached. After helping her put on a relaxed pose, he looked at her from the side.
He couldn't bear to sleep. He just kept looking at her little face in the dim light.
Qi Luoge had not slept so soundly for a long time. Ever since her father's accident, perhaps even earlier. It was so early that she could not even remember when it was.
Perhaps it was still before she separated from him, when there was no conflict.
Only when she slept on his chest, in his arms, could she feel safe, and sleep soundly.
Her small hands went around his waist, and her head dug into his body with all her might.
The insecurity that had persisted for many days made her twitch occasionally in her dreams. He gently stroked her head to calm her down again.