Yan Xinxin lay flat on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.
She wanted to change her sleeping position, but the current situation didn't allow it.
Her eyes were wide open, staring at the crystal lamp bathed in a single ray of moonlight, her brows tightly knitted.
Just as she was feeling troubled, a warm hand covered her head.
"Baby, what's wrong? Can't sleep? Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi's deep voice sounded more magnetic and gentle in the dark night.
Yan Xinxin turned her small face and instantly met Mo Chuxi's tender gaze.
He slightly curved his lips, his deep eyes filled with affection as they focused on her.
"Chuxi, I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy, and..."
She spoke, pulling Mo Chuxi's palm to her heart, and after a few seconds, she asked seriously.
"Do you feel it?"
"Yes."
Mo Chuxi nodded slightly.
"It's very soft."
"..."
Yan Xinxin's face flushed, and she quickly pushed Mo Chuxi's hand away.
"That's not what I meant."
