After dinner, she planned to take another nap. She was tired, tired to the extent that she didn't want to move at all.
A soft knock came from the door.
She opened her eyes and looked at the door without getting up. The door opened, a man appeared at the door.
Lying on her stomach under the blanket, Yan Huan shut her eyes once more.
A hand patted her shoulders gently.
"When did you come back?"
"Last night," said Yan Huan, rolling over and planting her head on Lu Yi's thighs. As compared to the pillow, it was much warmer and more comfortable.
She rolled again, reaching for the blanket, but Lu Yi had already tucked her in. She reached out and grabbed Lu Yi's hand, feeling its familiar warmness.
"Thank you for helping the Ye Family."
Lu Yi rarely thanked anyone, or asked for anyone's help. The word 'thanks' rarely left his lips.
