The house was very quiet, and Xia Siyu was still lying at the head of the bed, probably asleep.
Bo Yan first went to the bathroom and then came back to bed, tiptoeing quietly.
Even though the house was silent and Xia Siyu made no movements, Bo Yan just knew she wasn't asleep yet.
Actually, it was still early, just past twelve. For them, accustomed to nightlife, it was far from their usual time to rest. But in the Northwest, they had gotten used to going to bed when it got dark and they heard dogs barking, and to waking up with the crowing of roosters at dawn.
At this time, if they had just been up to mischief, there would have been enough time for several rounds and even to fall asleep in each other's arms.
Of course, if he was really desperate, they could continue right now. But neither was in the mood, Bo Yan holding her, stroking her hair from top to bottom, his expression slightly somber.
