Bo Siyan had already closed his eyes, and with a slight exertion of force, his arm suppressed Ning Xia's attempt to struggle. His thin lips approached her ear, his voice hoarse and laced with strands of danger, "Stop talking, or I won't be polite to you anymore!"
Ning Xia's red lips moved, wanting to say something else, but after uttering half a syllable, she immediately fell silent.
The damn little tyrant, always catching her at her weakest.
After causing a commotion for most of the night, Ning Xia was tired too. Too lazy to continue her resistance, her eyelids slowly began to droop, gradually succumbing to sleep.
The bedroom fell into complete silence, leaving only the shallow sounds of breathing. The moonlight from outside the window slanted into the room, aging the moment in a peaceful and tranquil stillness.
The next morning.
