"But I want you to stay with me."
Upon hearing these words, Qiao Jing froze for a moment before she realized the meaning behind Zhan Qipei's words.
A hint of surprise surfaced in the depths of her eyes as she looked toward the man.
"You mean, you're afraid?"
How come she didn't know that Zhan Qipei was afraid of the dark?
Moreover, as domineering as Zhan Qipei, she felt she would rather believe in pigs climbing trees than in Zhan Qipei being afraid of the dark.
Zhan Qipei grunted in affirmation, and without further ado, he sat down at the edge of Qiao Jing's bed.
Qiao Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, her suspicious gaze landing on the man's face.
But due to the power outage, she could only make out the rough outline of the man's profile.
Then, the man's dark silhouette began to approach her.
Just as Qiao Jing was about to shift aside to give Zhan Qipei room, a pair of strong and firm arms suddenly encircled her waist.
