Tang Yan suddenly fell silent, his movements ceased as he looked downward as if contemplating something.
Jin Mo disliked this side of him, how he would occasionally suppress himself, burying all his thoughts in his heart, neither sharing with nor discussing them with you.
"Tang Yan, you seem very tired. After you drop me off at work, go home and rest well," Jin Mo urged, reaching out to hold his large hand.
Tang Yan gently pinched her soft fingers, caressing them now and then. The roughness of his fingers against her soft skin sparked ripples within Jin Mo's heart.
"I can't sleep, and besides, there's a meeting at the company later that I must attend," Tang Yan said, looking up at her as the grip of his hands tightened.
He often suffered from insomnia. Yesterday, he had finally fallen asleep but was woken up by a call from Jin Mo, and after that, sleep eluded him.
