Jiayi dodged his hand, trying to avoid any contact, but their fingertips inevitably grazed each other.
With each touch, it felt as if sparks flew.
As time trickled by, Jiayi saw that Zaizai was about to fall asleep. She prepared to get up but hadn't yet sat up when Zaizai grabbed her finger and pulled her back.
"Mummy…" Zaizai mumbled, drooling in his sleep as if he sensed Mummy was going to leave.
Jiayi smiled wryly. This kid had the same instincts as that man, still so alert even in his sleep.
Then a voice came from the other side, "Where are you planning to sleep?"
Jiayi was startled, "I was waiting for him to fall asleep; then I intended to go to the servant's room downstairs."
"Just sleep here," Huo Zhenyang's voice was lazily casual, deep and magnetic in the dim bedroom, with a hint of seduction.
Jiayi's heart skipped a beat, "No need."
