As a result, with Su Mu's intimate actions.
Ye Qingfeng felt a bit at a loss.
"I've been afraid of thunderstorms since I was little, ever since my father passed away."
Su Mu's voice was soft and light, her delicate body still trembling.
However, the sadness in her heart was unconcealable.
Hearing Su Mu's words.
Ye Qingfeng furrowed his brows slightly.
He seemed to feel a bit of sympathy for Su Mu's situation.
This kind of feeling, Ye Qingfeng understood deeply.
"Sleep now! Everything will be better tomorrow."
Ye Qingfeng said softly.
"Mm!"
After a moment of silence.
Su Mu seemed to feel much better.
She slowly moved onto the bed.
"Sleep now!"
Ye Qingfeng covered Su Mu with a blanket.
He turned around, ready to return to the sofa.
"Woosh!"
Su Mu's jade-like hand, originally hidden under the blanket, suddenly.
Grabbed Ye Qingfeng's arm.
"Could you stay by the bedside..."
Su Mu's voice was soft and tender.
She seemed a bit embarrassed.
