"Why are you staring at me instead of sleeping?"
He Lang spoke suddenly, startling Xue Yue.
"Weren't you asleep?"
He Lang sighed. He knew Xue Yue was angry and wanted to talk to her, but he was afraid she'd bring up last night's topic, so he'd pretended to be asleep. But Xue Yue's gaze was so intense it was impossible to ignore. He Lang just couldn't keep up the act.
Resigned, He Lang reached out and pulled Xue Yue into his arms.
Xue Yue patted his chest, muttering, "What are you doing? Aren't you still mad at me?"
He Lang held her tighter and nuzzled his chin against the top of her head. He felt a weight lift from his heart and let out a soft sigh.
"I'm not mad at you. I was just afraid you were mad at me."
Xue Yue froze for a moment, then rested her cheek against He Lang's chest. Breathing in his scent, she felt a sense of peace.
