Jiang He had fallen asleep.
Curled into a tiny ball, she snuggled close to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing gently stroked her long hair that had spread out beside him, kissed her forehead lightly, and in the darkness, he looked at the outline of Jiang He. Moments later, he reached out to pull the corner of the blanket over her to tuck her in properly.
Words of affection never seemed as simple and direct as this.
Emotions, when they run deep, naturally become more intimate, whether intentionally or not, just like Jiang He always thinking about his leg and what she would do to it...
The fondness of that moment could only be released through the most intimate of contacts.
"Goodnight, Little He Miao."
A gentle whisper made Jiang He frown a bit, make a humming sound, and burrow closer to him. She slightly shook her head to find the most comfortable position, with half of her face hidden under the blanket, and then silence returned.
