Tang Ying gently wiped away the teardrop that overflowed from the corner of her eye. She understood; she grasped what this tormenting guy was thinking. The haystack could sleep two, yet he had relinquished it for her to sleep by herself. He was being considerate, afraid she would scold him. Tang Ying's heart quivered slightly. The lecher she had always been on guard against was not lecherous at all; he was very much a gentleman.
At that moment, the drowsy Zhang Ziwen's body shook violently, almost falling to the ground, which nearly made Tang Ying cry out in alarm. His exhausted sleeping posture deeply moved her. Just as she was about to get up, Zhang Ziwen stirred—the loss of balance had awakened him.
