Mo Yuan's dark eyes flickered with fire. He slowly reached out his right hand and beckoned her in a deep voice, "Ah Luo, come here."
Han Luo gingerly stepped forward with light steps as if she was trying not to make any sounds.
Upon reaching the bed, she stealthily pushed the comforter aside and sat beside him. Without caring much, she simply dived into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face on his left shoulder.
Mo Yuan held her close with his both arms. After a moment, he pulled her closer in his embrace to adjust her posture so that she could sit comfortably on his lap.
Afterward, he kissed her left temple and questioned tenderly, "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"
"No," Han Luo shook her head and mumbled, "I'm scared."
Mo Yuan leaned backward and placed the back of his head on the soft pillows. He inquired in his low and deep voice, "What are you scared of? Tell me. Maybe I can help you overcome it."