Gu Mohan was too exhausted. It was already five in the morning, less than an hour until the sun rose completely into the sky. He wanted to rest for a bit, but he was afraid that she would escape again. Only by hugging her would he have a sense of peace.
He was terrified that once he opened his eyes, she would disappear again.
Tang Mo'er's heart was feeling complicated, filled with a combination of resentment, hatred and a little bit of grievance and helplessness.
Her soft and tired body was pulled into his arms, his charming body scent had enveloped her like a net. She couldn't escape despite trying everything she could.
In fact, forget escaping. She couldn't even extricate herself from his arms. The way he was holding her was firm and overbearing, holding her captive even while he was asleep.
