"Madam, are you asleep?" His voice was low and gentle, softly pressing against her ear as he spoke slowly.
The warm breath heated her ear, making it burn. The faint scent of mint from his body kept drifting into her nose.
Ye Anran tried her best to feign sleep but found that even though her eyes were closed, her brain started to whirl at high speed—especially her heartbeat, pounding furiously in rhythm with his movements.
She bit her teeth, thinking she needed to gradually calm her heart, but the more she tried to control it, the more his scent seemed to amplify in her mind.
She bit her lip.
Bo Jinyu watched her cute act of pretending to sleep, and a doting smile curved at the corners of his mouth.
He gently lay down behind her, and his arms then wrapped around her waist. His thin lips were perfectly positioned at the nape of her neck.
"Wife, you're so beautiful."
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