Back in the private jet, Xiran wanted Aselia to rest. So he took her to the resting area with a leather bed and settled her in.
"Sleep here with me," she patted the place beside her holding his arm while he held conflicting emotions on his face.
"If I slept I won't be able to wake up nor will I have the strength to let you go, so I don't think it will be a good idea."
"Please, you are too tired. Rest for a while with me, I know you are not going to get any sleep on your return as well," she tugged at his arm again and he couldn't resist her anymore, giving her a dreamy smile he climbed into bed with her.
"Come here," he whispered and she gladly went into his awaiting arms, embracing him and he placed his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, storing it away in the crevices of his brain, never to be forgotten.
Aselia gently combed his hair with her fingers and whispered: "Sleep now, I am here with you."
