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Fu Yanlin's suggestion to bathe together was indeed not just a simple bath.
When Wen Sheng was carried out of the bathroom, she was so tired that even her toes didn't want to move. That feeling of soaring to the heavens and almost breaking through the crown of her head temporarily made her forget all the unpleasant things.
She had thought she would suffer from insomnia after those upsetting incidents, yet the moment Wen Sheng hit the bed, she began to yawn. She leaned into Fu Yanlin's arms, and the next second, her forehead was kissed by soft, warm lips.
Fu Yanlin gently patted Wen Sheng's back and said in a tone like coaxing a child, "Go to sleep."
His face was close at hand, and the orange light of the floor lamp spilled down, weaving a thousand strands over her shoulders, softening even his chiseled features.
Having just bathed, the two of them carried the same scent of peppermint on their bodies.
