"I'm tired, let's sleep." The gentleman graciously removed his outer robe, stretched out his arm to embrace her, and considerately pulled the blankets over her.
Yan Wanqing's body was stiff, her hands pressing against his hot chest, and her cheeks flushed with rising warmth: "Get out."
"What are you talking about?" The man lowered his head slightly, his breath tickling her ear with a teasing tone, "I haven't even entered, how can I leave."
"...You, you're being absurd!" Yan Wanqing bit her lower lip, it took her a while to understand his meaning, and she managed to choke out a few words.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you, go to sleep now. Several old ministers clung to me today, I'm exhausted."
Yan Wanqing felt the arm she was resting on lift, and he reached out to gently rub her head, showing great affection.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do.
