Awakening in the Apocalypse: Clinging to My Fiancé

The instant she threw herself at Lu Chenzhou, his body went completely rigid, every muscle tensing. As far as he could remember, Wanxing hadn't approached him so willingly in years, let alone embraced him so intimately. She had always kept him at a polite distance, with a barely perceptible resistance.

He raised a hand, hesitated, then finally rested it ever so gently on her slender, trembling back, holding himself back as much as he could.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked softly, his voice so quiet that he wouldn't startle the little creature in his arms, who seemed terribly frightened.

Lin Wanxing shook her head vigorously against his chest. Her hair brushed his jaw, bringing a faint ticklish sensation. She clung to him even tighter, as if she needed to make sure he was really there.

“Big brother...” she finally said, her voice muffled, thick with a stuffy nose and the remnants of tears. Like a hook dusted with sugar, it was soft and plaintive. “Hold me... tighter.”