"Come here. I won't eat you," Zheng Liang teased Yang Ning, his eyes dancing with mischief as he patted the empty space next to him on the bed.
Yang Ning hesitated, her lips parting slightly. "Why do I feel like this isn't just about reading a book to you?" she questioned, a suspicious glint in her eyes.
Despite her reluctance, she went to his side and got on the bed. She sat with her back resting against the headboard, trying to appear casual and composed, while Zheng Liang lay on his side next to her, his eyes fixed on her. The warmth of his gaze made her feel both nervousness and an inexplicable excitement.
Zheng Liang quickly covered her legs with a warm, thick blanket to warm her icy-cold feet. Before she could get comfortable or protest, he shifted closer, playfully resting his head on her lap, his eyes gleaming with teasing mischief.
