Zhou Bei: "You go out."
Lu Jingyang: "Just sleep like this, it's warm."
"..." Zhou Bei.
Forget it, let him be.
I guess it's one of the first few times; he hasn't gotten over the freshness.
Lying on her side next to Lu Jingyang, using the dim light from the bedside lamp to observe his distinctly outlined features, and listening to his even breathing, Zhou Bei was so tired yet somehow couldn't fall asleep.
She wasn't thinking about the conflicts with Liu Piao and Zhou Qiaoxing, nor did she take the matters of the Zhou family seriously; she just felt incredulous about herself and Lu Jingyang.
She had never imagined that she would marry Lu Jingyang.
Breathing gently, watching Lu Jingyang sleeping soundly beside her, Zhou Bei lifted her right hand and lightly touched Lu Jingyang's eyebrows.
