The man's reprimanding tone sounded stern and scary, but his actions of holding her did not falter.
In Lu Fengxuan's eyes, his fierce appearance was just like a paper tiger, not frightening at all.
"Didn't you come back last night?"
She was wearing a white nightgown with ruffled edges, her slender and frail body pressing against him, her arms hooked around his neck, her temperature cool.
Yu Chiyin's eyes flashed with worry, "I did come back last night, but I was concerned about disturbing your sleep, so I just made do in the next room for the night."
After he hurriedly finished speaking, his long legs were already at the door of the master bedroom, turning the handle, he rushed to the side of the bed and tucked her back into bed.
He covered her body with the blanket thoroughly, fearing the cool air of the early morning might seep into her.
