Leng Shuangshuang stood by the bedside watching him. He had perhaps drunk a little too much; even in sleep, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his expression seemed somewhat pained.
After standing for quite a while, she walked around to the foot of the bed, leaned over to take off his shoes, then pulled the blanket out from under him and covered him with it.
After doing all this, she walked to the head of the bed. He still had that pained look. She sighed, leaned over, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. Seeing that it didn't bring much relief, she raised her hand to unbutton the second.
But before she could unbutton it, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Startled and terrified, she looked at the person on the bed and was instantly frozen in place.
Lu Jincheng had woken up at some point and was now staring at her with clear eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
