Song Tingfan grunted a response and left it at that, not withdrawing his hand.
Had it been anyone else, Lin Qiao would have already slapped them, but Song Tingfan was different; she didn't dare, afraid it would unleash a dark side.
"I'm not used to sleeping in someone else's arms. It's not about rejecting you; I'm just not used to it."
She faced away from him, so Song Tingfan couldn't see her expression. Upon hearing her words, he frowned slightly.
He didn't like this sense of estrangement. Since returning from the military, she had deliberately pushed him away.
Before, she would pat him on the head, hold hands, and in fear he might be scared, even sleep next to him.
"Alright, let's sleep."
He withdrew his hand and turned the other way, his back to her.
Lin Qiao glanced over. After so many years, she could still tell when he was angry. She touched the tip of her nose, intending to say something comforting, but quickly held back.
After a couple of times, he'd get used to it.
