He slowly crouched down in front of the sofa, his eyes still fixed on her, unsure of what to do, just holding back his excitement, looking and looking again.
At this moment, he was very close to her, even touching her leg draped over the sofa, already feeling the familiar aura from her body.
It's not a dream; it's real; it's his Xiaoguai.
He tremulously extended his hand, inching closer to her, somewhat afraid to touch her.
He opened his mouth again, wanting to call her, yet he couldn't find his voice.
He tried again and again, but his throat seemed to have lost its voice, unable to utter a sound, aching sorely.
"I was just in the kitchen, and as soon as I came out, I saw Miss Wen sleeping here. I called her several times but couldn't wake her, so I quickly called you, Third Young Master," Xiaocha quietly told Jun Moyan, unable to hold back her tears.
