Jing Tong unconsciously lightened her breathing and slowly placed the bowl of noodles on the coffee table. Then, she gently sat on the man's body and leaned in a little to size him up.
The man's eyes were blue, and his face was pale. It was obvious that he didn't rest well. Her impression of this man was that he was always clear-headed and calm. No matter how difficult the situation was, he could easily resolve it with him. But now, he was so tired that he could fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
Jing Tong's heart suddenly ached, and the guilt in his heart grew deeper. He had worked hard for several months for this election. If he failed because of her, she suddenly didn't dare to think about it anymore.
She bit her lip and reached out to poke his cheek, calling out softly, " "Jiang Yu Qianqian."
The man's eyelashes moved, and he finally opened his eyes slowly. His bloodshot eyes were still a little misty.
