With Li Yuntang there, even the many problems they were about to face no longer seemed like problems.
Yan Xiaye curled up motionless under the covers, her hair at waist-length spreading across the pale yellow pillow, her figure coiled so pityingly adorable that one couldn't help but want to hold her in their arms.
The two remained silent for who knows how long, until the man's lazy, magnetic voice resonated softly, "Xiaye, are you asleep?"
Yan Xiaye still didn't move, merely humming softly in response.
The man chuckled silently, then proceeded to pull back the half-empty side of the blanket next to her and lay down neatly clothed.
Feeling the vibration from the other side of the large bed, Yan Xiaye, who was pretending to sleep, stiffened involuntarily and turned to glance at the man, her voice tinged with an embarrassment and helplessness she herself hadn't noticed, "Are you tired? I can have the maid arrange for you to sleep in the guest room."
