Leng Youchen's voice was languid and weary as he closed his eyes, adjusting her into a comfortable position before drawing her back into his embrace, holding her tightly.
Wei Anning sat sideways on his lap, leaning against his chest. Through the thin fabric, she could hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat, rhythmic and reassuring.
She counted his heartbeats quietly, her gaze landing on his slender neck, his Adam's apple protruding and occasionally sliding in a manner she found fascinating. She reached out to touch it, but before she could, her hand was accurately enveloped by his larger one.
Warm breath brushed the top of her head, followed by the man's deep, captivating voice, "Don't be naughty."
She stuck out her tongue playfully, her hand still wrapped in his warm, large palm. She didn't struggle and instead nestled obediently against his chest.
