Benting over to Beiting Huang's face, he softly kissed her, and Yan Ye said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back!"
"Mm!" she replied gently, like an obedient little wife, slowly closing her eyes. The battle with Ming had taken a toll on Beiting Huang. She had fallen asleep on the way back as Yan Ye carried her, only to wake up when he placed her into the bath. And now, she was feeling sleepy again.
Yan Ye didn't leave immediately but sat by the bed, gazing at her perfect profile. Even the thought of leaving her for just a short while made him reluctant. He bent down, kissed her beautiful face, and brushed the hair from her temple, "If you can't hold on, then sleep!"
"Mm!" she responded softly once more, her lips curving slightly, revealing a shallow dimple at the corner.
