Lin Qiao wanted to get up, but she was held so tightly that after struggling a few times she gave up, simply kicked off her shoes, and awkwardly lay on his other side.
As soon as the two slightly relaxed, the young boy tightened his grip again, holding her firmly in his arms.
Lin Qiao's lips bumped against his neck, causing her some pain, and she tried hard to move aside, but soon a big hand pressed down on her head.
She: "..."
She couldn't get away, so she simply closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Maybe because Song Tingfan cried, her sleep was restless too, filled with some nightmares, but she didn't remember what they were.
When she woke up again, it was nearly dark, and Song Qin had come in to check for the third time. Seeing she was awake, she said, "Qiao'er, the Zhang Family is having dinner."
Lin Qiao tried to move, but she was still held tightly. She shook her head and explained, "Grandma, you and Grandpa go eat, my little uncle won't let go of me."
"Drunk again?"
