Hearing the sobbing cries, Lu Xiaoyou instinctively got up, an arm wrapped securely around her waist. She glanced back and saw the man sleeping behind her.
Half awake last night, she had sensed Long Xiliang's presence; the man did quite a few small movements while holding her in his sleep.
Being so close to him, Lu Xiaoyou didn't find it annoying.
She crawled over to where Miemie Dragon had fallen down, only to find that sometime between, a pillow had been placed between her and the child; it was clear without a doubt that Long Xiliang added it.
Lu Xiaoyou suddenly felt a tightening at her waist; she turned her head to glare at Long Xiliang.
The man kept his eyes closed but reached out to encircle her waist, not letting her move.
The child's cries continued, and Lu Xiaoyou swung the man's hand away.
"Little Miemie~" The woman's voice became exceptionally gentle, and with the morning light, it held a touch more warmth.
