Tang Xinluo listened to Zhuo Yarong's words, and lay down obediently.
Covered under the quilt, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes were exposed from under the quilt, looking at Zhuo Yarong.
"Mom... you don't have to stay here with me anymore, you should go and rest too."
When Tang Xinluo first woke up from the nightmare, every heart was broken.
Before falling asleep, she was tortured too badly by Lu Yuchen.
In the car, his eyes were so bloodthirsty, and his actions were so arrogant and unreasonable.
The things he forced himself to do showed no pity, almost a punishment.
But now, her broken heart was healed by Zhuo Yarong.
Zhuo Yarong's tolerance and warmth made her think of her dead mother involuntarily.
Like Zhuo Yarong, she was willing to listen to her grievances, trust her, and give her a chance to explain.
"Don't worry... Mom will stay with you. When you fall asleep, Mom will go to rest."
Don't worry about Zhuo Yarong, leaving Tang Xinluo here alone.
She looked so fragile, so petite, as if she would disappear at any moment.
Pregnant women are the easiest to think wildly. Whether it's for the blood of the Lu family or Tang Xinluo's body, at this time, Zhuo Yarong must stay here.
Tang Xinluo tried to persuade her for a while, but she knew she couldn't be persuaded. In addition, she was really tired now, so she slowly closed her eyelids unconsciously.
Watching Tang Xinluo and watching her gradually fall asleep, Zhuo Yarong breathed a sigh of relief.
Look at the time, it's four o'clock in the morning.
Zhuo Yarong was about to rest on the sofa for a while, when the bedroom door opened.
"Yuchen, you're back!? Let's go... let's go out and talk."
Zhuo Yarong saw clearly who was standing at the door, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
But thinking that his daughter-in-law had just fallen asleep, she immediately lowered her voice and walked over, trying to pull her son out.
"No need." Lu Yuchen tore Zhuo Yarong's hand off his arm.
"Mom, you go back first... I'm tired."
Lu Yuchen's face looked the same as usual, except that it was a little more deserted and chilly.
But the drunkenness around him made Zhuo Yarong faintly worried.
"You go out with me first, I have something to tell you..."
Some things, she felt, she had to explain clearly to her son.
Unfortunately, Lu Yuchen didn't appreciate it.
"It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Ever since her son became sensible, she was no longer in her control.
Lu Yuchen had a strong intention to drive him away, Zhuo Yarong had no choice but to let him rest first, thinking about explaining Yue Ze's matter to him tomorrow.
After Zhuo Yarong went out, Lu Yuchen's expressionless face finally showed a slight emotional change.
He frowned, his dark eyes fell on Tang Xinluo's sleeping face.
In Tang Xinluo's sleep, her eyes were tightly closed, and there were even crystal clear teardrops on her wing-like eyelashes.
There were mottled tear stains on her face, and her beautiful peach eyes were also slightly red and swollen.
Lu Yuchen just stared at her.
After staring at it for an unknown amount of time, the man in the darkness suddenly moved.
Then, he walked into the bathroom alone.
After a while, the man who had washed off the smell of alcohol came out of the bathroom in his nightgown.
In his hand, there was an extra wet towel.
Gently approaching the bed, make sure that the little woman on the bed is completely asleep and shows no signs of waking up.
He just leaned over and gently wiped the tears on her little face with the wet towel in his hand.
He was going to wipe her face clean, so he left the bedroom.
But under such close contact, seeing her sleeping soundly, she looked very obedient and docile.
Finally, Lu Yuchen couldn't help it, and gently kissed her slightly parted lips.
In her sleep, Tang Xinluo seemed to hear a deep and hoarse voice.
"Xiao Luo, I'm sorry."