The next day, when Zhixi awoke, she felt a scorching hand resting on her waist.
She opened her eyes and was somewhat astonished to see the man beside her.
"Awake?" He was lying on his side, gazing down at her, his voice low and husky.
"Mhm." Zhixi said with a smile, burrowing into his embrace, "When did you come to bed?"
His palm branded her back, caressing impatiently, his voice growing huskier, "After Xiaobao fell asleep…"
"Don't…" Zhixi struggled slightly, her tone a bit pitiful, "Jingyao…"
His brows twitched, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.
"…The child is still young." she whispered.
"…I'm going to shower!" he declared, after sucking heavily on her lips, then he flung off the covers, got out of bed, and strode into the bathroom.
Zhixi stared blankly at his retreating figure; after a long while, she fell back into bed, giggling.
