As the night deepened, Shen Yaowei returned to the courtyard in the dark.
The courtyard she lived in was quiet. Zi Yun and Nuan Ying had already turned off the lights. The quiet air flowed in the courtyard, and there was nothing unusual.
Shen Yaowei quietly returned to her room, opened the door, and entered. She raised her hand to take off the butterfly mask on her face.
Perhaps because she had relaxed after returning here, all the strength in her body seemed to have been sucked out. She couldn't muster any strength at all as she dragged her tired body to the bed.
Shen Yaowei took off her night clothes and short boots and got into bed in her inner shirt.
Unlike the coldness she had imagined, the bed was warm, and there was a familiar aura that comforted her.
Why was Junhan's aura under her blanket?
Before Shen Yaowei's head could turn around, the man sleeping on the inside of the bed turned over and opened his arms to hug her.
