Rare Thoughtfulness
Qiao Mu stared intently at his eyes that were filled with worry, and her heart tightened. She opened her mouth, but just as she was about to speak, she felt a burning pain in her throat.
"Uncle, have you been guarding this place all this time?" she asked softly, enduring the pain.
Hearing her hoarse voice, Li Yan quickly got up and carried her in his arms. He strode towards the bed and replied in a matter-of-fact tone, " If I don't watch over you, who do you want to watch over you? "
Qiao Mu leaned her face against the man's chest and caught a whiff of the faint smell of tobacco. She conveniently hooked her arms around his neck. " Uncle, how long have I been asleep? "