Jian An'an was curled up entirely, a posture that screamed a lack of security, maintaining a protective stance unconsciously even in her sleep.
Li Shaoting didn't much care for seeing her like this; it made him feel as though a barrier still separated them, feeling terribly unreal. He walked over with light steps, scooped her up from the sofa, and carried her straight into the bedroom in his arms.
Jian An'an blinked her eyes open, still somewhat dazed. Realizing it was him, she felt considerably more at ease, habitually nuzzling her head against him as her voice turned impossibly soft.
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