Chi Zaozao returned to the bedchamber, and indeed Ye Que was lying on the vast bed. He hadn't covered himself with the quilt, and his shoes remained on; he had just fallen asleep like that.
There was not a single servant attending to him.
The spacious and luxurious bedchamber was quiet and still, which turned out to be quite comforting.
Chi Zaozao pursed her lips and tiptoed over, gently sitting at the edge of the bed and silently staring at Ye Que's sleeping face, feeling her heart pounding rapidly.
Tonight was their wedding night in a foreign land, and there he was, asleep by himself?
Had the journey here these past few days exhausted him so much?
But she couldn't bear to wake him, so she carefully began to remove his shoes and then grabbed the quilt to cover him up.
However, in the moment she covered him with the quilt, his long arm suddenly stretched out and pulled her down on top of him.
