The girl, lost in her dream, smacked her lips, droplets of gleam trailing from the corners of her mouth. She turned over, and the majority of the blanket rolled away with her.
Han Luoli was fixed in his gaze, finding her sleeping posture... truly indescribable. No wonder he always felt a chill at night; it turned out this naughty girl never covered herself properly, only rolling in the blanket.
It seemed that his mood brightened.
As long as Gu Xiaoer was there, even his memories didn't seem so unbearable.
Han Luoli gently shed his clothes, approached from behind, and embraced the petite figure.
The girl murmured a sound and shifted.
"Da Luoluo…"
"What is it?"
"You feel a bit weird…" Gu Xiaoer suddenly awoke and opened her eyes wide.
Han Luoli countered, "Weird how?"
"Can't put my finger on it…" It seemed like his emotions were especially volatile lately, yet she couldn't pinpoint why.
"Go to sleep."
