An'an's Dead?

Bai Qingqing slapped their paws away and said in a choked voice, "Don't… touch me… let… let me… cry for a bit…"

"Ahem." Winston cleared his throat and couldn't help but smile as he brought his lips to her ear. It was very wrong of him to want to smile when his mate was crying in such despair, but he couldn't help it.

"Um… An'an's just asleep."

Winston's deep and rich voice sounded much more stable than Harvey's. Bai Qingqing finally understood everything.

"What?" Dumbfounded, she raised her head and looked at him.

"Cough!" Winston nearly laughed and quickly disguised it as coughing. He tried to keep a straight face as he continued, "Harvey said An'an already stopped crying and fell asleep just now."

Bai Qingqing was speechless.

She was seriously bewildered and mentally cursed after a while. What the hell!

She quickly raised her head and glared at Harvey fiercely.