Nestled in Meng Yuan's broad and warm embrace, Yang Yiting felt an unprecedented peace of mind. She had been locked up in the He Mansion these past few days that she had felt lost and trapped.
Although she appeared calm on the surface, she had never let go of her heart for a moment. Facing the shrewd and powerful He Lian Cheng, every word she said and everything she did were carefully thought out and calculated in many ways. At this time, she suddenly felt relieved, and couldn't help closing her eyes in sleep.
"A-Yuan, where are we going?" Rubbing against Meng Yuan's chest, Yang Yiting felt sleepy and muttered.
Meng Yuan looked down, and the woman in her arms wrapped her hands around his neck, her eyes half-squinted, her eyebrows casual, like a lazy kitten. The corners of his lips were lightly raised in smile. He avoided her question, and just said softly. "Rest your eyes."
