Her silence made Mo Yesi suspicious. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms. "Really?"
"… Mm, really."
She didn't want to tell him about it.
Anyway, it was almost done.
She didn't want him to worry about her anymore.
Mo Yesi looked at her thoughtfully for a while and didn't probe further. He nodded and said, "That's good. If someone bullies you and makes you unhappy, tell me.
"I'll stand up for you."
The air conditioner in the lounge was on.
Qiao Mianmian lay in Mo Yesi's arms and chatted with him. She wasn't sure if it was because the cold air was too comfortable, or if it was because he was leaning against her chest. As she spoke, her eyelids became heavy.
***
Qiao Mianmian woke up and was shifted to Mo Yesi's car.
But she was still in his arms.
She rested her head on the man's lap, her face against his belly, her arms around his waist.
She was covered with a thin black blanket.
