Probably noticing she hadn't followed, Song Tingfan stopped in his tracks, quickly turned around, and walked back. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms and strode into the house.
His sudden action startled Lin Qiao, and she instinctively tightened her grip around his neck, urgently saying, "Put me down, I can walk myself."
Song Tingfan lowered his eyes. The woman's expression was a mix of surprise and a bit of discomfort. Only when he was assertive did she view him as a man.
The house hadn't been lived in for days, yet it wasn't dirty, except for the window area, which was a bit dusty.
After placing her on the bed, he pulled a thin blanket over her and said in a low voice, "Sleep now, I'll go move your things over."
"Tingfan, don't bother, it's troublesome moving back and forth. I can just sleep in my own room."
Lin Qiao had been feeling a bit uneasy sleeping with him these days, she hadn't even dared to take off her bellyband, which was starting to hurt her chest.
