Even she began to think he had become a complete gentleman.
But she didn't know that every time she fell sound asleep, he would immediately toss the pillow to the ground and take liberties with her.
Nanqiao slept deeply and never noticed, but she found it strange that every morning when she woke up, she would be lying in his arms.
Whether she had moved into his embrace by herself, or if he had overstepped his boundaries to hold her, she wasn't clear.
But her anger had mostly subsided, and she felt she had punished him enough, so Nanqiao didn't feel like holding on to the matter any longer.
Another morning came, and she woke up earlier than usual. As before, she found herself inexplicably in his embrace.
Huo Jingting had returned late last night and was still asleep.
He seemed very busy these days, always coming home late, often not until after midnight.
Nanqiao rubbed her bleary eyes, and as she turned her head, she could see the slight stubble on his resolute chin.
