C70 – Coaxing Shang Xiaojie to Sleep
Xie Jia happened to witness this scene while he was in the elevator, and he couldn’t help but marvel at Mu Sifa’s prowess—managing to reconcile an elder sister and a younger brother?
“You need help!” he asked Mu Sifa.
“No need.”
Mu Sifa’s tone remained icy as he held Shang Xiaojie in his arms and headed directly towards the hotel on the opposite side.
Oh dear, it appears I’m not in favor! Xie Jia scratched his head thoughtfully.
Upon spotting Mu Sifa, the receptionist promptly rose from her seat and greeted him with a polite, “Hello, Mr. Mu,” before handing over the card.
Mu Sifa accepted it without uttering a word and made his way toward the elevator.
Shang Xiaojie, nestled in his embrace, buried his face deeply into Ye Zichen’s chest and continued to sniffle, although he had ceased crying.
The receptionist gazed at Shang Xiaojie in his arms with curiosity. This marked Mu Sifa’s first time bringing someone along, and he was carrying Shang Xiaojie.
“Sigh! The person in Mr. Mu’s arms is a man, right?”
Loong Xiaoyi felt irritation towards him, so he decided to disregard him and walked away.
Loong Xiaoyi’s evasion only fueled Xiao Ming’s laughter even further.
Despite being intrigued by Mr. Ann, Xiao Ming still hesitated to admit it. The thought of a romantic rival might make him a bit anxious!
Whether it was Mu Sifa, Shang Xiaojie, or the duo of Loong Xiaoyi and Ann Yichen, they would all remain interested spectators.
In Mu Sifa’s room, he gently placed Shang Xiaojie onto the bed, affectionately tousled his hair, and asked, “Would you like to take a bath?”
Shang Xiaojie didn’t meet his gaze. Tears blurred his sight, and after about a minute, he softly replied with a ‘yes.’
The sound of his sniffles made Mu Sifa furrow his brow, not out of anger, but due to the pain in his heart.
“Let’s take a nap for a while!” We can always wash up when you wake up. Mu Sifa allowed Shang Xiaojie to lie down and tucked him in with a blanket.
Afraid that Mu Sifa might leave, Shang Xiaojie clung tightly to the corner of Mu Sifa’s clothing and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, saying, “Please don’t go.”
Mu Sifa smiled warmly and continued to gently stroke Shang Xiaojie’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere. If you feel tired, just rest for a while.”
Shang Xiaojie sniffled as he sobbed, “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
“Yes, I will. As soon as you open your eyes, you’ll find me right here. Now, go to sleep!” An unprecedented tenderness filled his words.