His voice was as gentle as an oriole, and it drew her in like a hook.
Huo Yunque did not look up. He reached out and pulled her little head into his embrace.
His voice was low and hoarse, unable to hide his fatigue.
"Sleep with me for a while."
Her curly eyelashes brushed across the man's skin, tickling him.
Song Yaoyao instantly quieted down.
She quietly wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist, her little face gently rubbing against his chest.
"Gege, are you very tired?"
"Mm..."
The man's chin was on top of her head as he hugged her like he was hugging a human-shaped pillow. Song Yaoyao curled up in his arms and found a comfortable position. After a while, she heard the man's gentle breathing.
Had he fallen asleep?
Song Yaoyao closed her eyes, feeling a little heartache. Without being in her position, outsiders would not be able to understand Huo Yunque's hardships.
