As she adjusted the covers, her gaze landed on his wrist. She stilled, the memory flashing back—how he had hissed when she grabbed it earlier. A pang of guilt curled inside her. Without thinking, she reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on, its soft glow spilling over the room.
She hesitated, watching him. Would the light wake him?
Seconds passed. He didn't stir.
Li Na waited, holding her breath but Lu Jianjun remained asleep, his breathing slow and steady. Relieved, she leaned closer, her hand hovering over his wrist. Just as she was about to touch him, he stirred.
Her heart skipped a beat as he shifted, a quiet sigh escaped his lips as he raised his arm, draping it over his eyes. He stayed like that for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, before he turned to face the other side, his back now to her.
