Go With You

Qin Shu turned over in her sleep. She wanted to hug the man, but only managed to grab a hand. She subconsciously moved the hand to her chest and muttered, "Don't go."

Fu Tingyu stood up and left. His heart skipped a beat.

He turned back to look at the person on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, and her lively brows frowned slightly. It looked like she was not sleeping well.

He looked at the hand that the girl was holding to her chest. The back of his hand was pressed against the girl's smooth chin. She felt soft and warm.

He could even feel her heartbeat.

Thinking of the poem, Fu Tingyu's dark eyes gradually grew as deep and dark as the silent night.

There was a bone-chilling look in his eyes.

He tried to remove his hand from Qin Shu's grasp. Qin Shu was just subconsciously holding it in her sleep, so he managed to remove his hand without much struggle.

Fu Tingyu clenched his fists, stood up, and went to the study.

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