Lu Mingfei carefully carried her to the bed. Just as he put her down, Zhuo Anan, that fool, wrapped an arm around his neck.
Lu Mingfei was startled and almost fell onto her.
He couldn't help but support himself on the edge of the pillow, looking down at her from above.
After a while, Lu Mingfei slowly took her hand away.
This girl was probably exhausted as well, sleeping deeply.
Lu Mingfei tucked the blanket around her before heading over to the sofa to lie down.
These days, he led people across the border and hadn't had a good night's sleep for several.
In order to get back earlier, he completed his task handover and immediately rushed back.
But he hadn't expected the girl here would act as if she had no concern for her life.
Lu Mingfei helplessly shook his head; why was she so stubborn?
An An slept all the way to four in the afternoon.
When she opened her eyes, she was startled. She clearly remembered setting the time—who turned it off?
