After the passion, there was endless fatigue, and he first carried her to clean up. She, on the other hand, lay lazily in his arms, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a bit of languor in their flutter.
But she didn't fall asleep.
Her eyes were closed, utterly exhausted.
Gong Heng carefully washed her clean, then dried the beads of water off her body, wrapped her petite figure with a big towel, and gently helped her into a soft nightgown.
In a state of half-sleep, he lay down with her in his arms and planted a gentle, shallow kiss on her forehead.
"Good night."
The soft blanket covered both their bodies, and as she felt the warmth from him, her breathing gradually became even and smooth.
Gong Heng felt something was amiss but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
