I'm Missed You

"I—I want tissues…" Mu Xiaoxiao said embarrassedly as she sniffed. Although the lights to the living room were not lit, she could feel that his shirt was already wet as she laid on his chest, and she didn't want to inconvenience him further by wiping her snot on his shirt.

Yin Shaojie did not release her from his embrace, but he merely turned his body and reached out his long arm to get several tissues for her from the coffee table behind him.

"Does crying make you feel better?" he asked gently, unlike his usual tyrannical, rascally self.

Mu Xiaoxiao nodded and clasped her nose with the tissue.

Seeing that it was late and that the food delivery could arrive anytime soon, he asked, "Can we turn on the lights now?"

"Okay." Mu Xiaoxiao nodded again, acting very obedient.

Yin Shaojie couldn't help but smile. If this wretch usually behaved like this, how great would that be?