Leng Youchen cast his gaze downward, observing how she relied on him in her sleep with an air of contentment, his eyes so tender they could almost wring out water. If she were as well-behaved and endearing as when she slept, how could she ever stoke such a fiery temper in him?
He held her in his arms and returned to the master bedroom, placing her on the bed. He lifted the covers and lay down, pulling her into his embrace. Resting his chin on the top of her head and inhaling the fragrance of her hair, he finally felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.
The next morning,
Wei Anning was awakened by her biological clock. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar crystal chandelier on the ceiling, a flicker of confusion crossing her eyes. She remembered she had slept in the guest room the night before, how did she end up back in the master bedroom?
