It was already very late when Qin Jiran returned home, exhausted. The living room light was still on, obviously left for him. He went upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and Su Yanyi was already asleep, lying on the vast bed, appearing somewhat petite. However, just gazing at her, Qin Jiran felt his fatigue slowly fade away, and his heart settled down.
Moving stealthily, he went to the bathroom. After taking a bath and changing clothes, Qin Jiran lay down on the bed, shifted over once, and then again, moving himself close to Su Yanyi. He extended his arm to encircle her and then gently kissed her forehead.
"Good night, my treasure." Perhaps only at such times would Qin Jiran dare to address Su Yanyi in this way—his treasure, forever his treasure!
And it was at this moment, Su Yanyi, who had intended to open her eyes and greet him, changed her mind and continued to feign sleep.
