Jian Qing's hands stiffened in the air, finding nowhere to rest.
Listening to his hoarse voice, she couldn't help but feel heartache for him.
"How about I sleep on the sofa, and you take the bed?" she suggested.
Although they were already husband and wife, and what should have happened had happened, he now felt like a stranger to her. If they slept together, she estimated she wouldn't be able to fall asleep tonight.
Quan Jingwu narrowed his eyes, "Do you dislike me?"
"No." she replied without hesitation, subconsciously not wanting to hurt his feelings.
Quan Jingwu made a decisive statement, "Then let's sleep together."
Before she could respond, he picked her up in a sweeping motion, and with such proximity, the man's strong heartbeat rang clearly in her ears.
Jian Qing's gaze flickered slightly, her palms breaking into a sweat.
"Quan Jingwu, you..."
