When Ling Tianya woke up in the morning, the sky was bright. The man beside her, who was usually an early-riser, was still asleep. The constant rushing around and injuries from these couple of days have probably exhausted him.
Ling Tianya moved her body, wanting to sit up, but in the end, the man's large hands, which were around her body, suddenly tightened.
"You're awake?" Ling Tianya asked.
Ruan Zeyan's eyes were shut, and his long eyelashes slightly moved, "Lay here with me for a while."
The man's voice was still laced with a hint of tiredness, and he pulled Ling Tianya's body into his arms, and his breathing once again evened.
Ling Tianya was nestled in Ruan Zeyan's arms and silently listened to his breathing and heartbeat.
