Actually, I didn't mean to do anything; the movement was entirely subconscious.
Just like a couple in the throes of love... always wanting to see each other every moment, inseparable at all times.
Although she felt her feelings had not yet reached that stage, that sort of impulse to touch him still existed.
The moment her rounded fingertips touched him, they were enveloped in his warm palm the next second.
Yao Qing was startled for a moment, instinctively looking up, only to meet his drowsy, profound gaze.
Yu Yanshen bent his head and nestled it in the crook of her neck.
Yao Qing thought he resembled some sort of large pet at this moment.
His warm breath soon sprayed into her neck as Yu Yanshen's voice, deep and probably still sleepy, murmured.
"Be good, stop bothering me."
"When have I bothered you..." She had slept quite peacefully tonight, she thought; she hadn't even moved a bit.
Yu Yanshen did not speak for a while, as if he had fallen asleep.
