Xia Wan'an, flustered and a bit stalled in her thoughts, took a while before responding dreamily, "...fine, I'll take good care of you."
Han Jingnian was briefly taken aback, then chuckled softly, pressing his lips to hers, his voice muffled as he asked, "How do you want me to take good care of you?"
"Is this considered taking good care of you?"
"And this? Have I taken good care of you?"
"How about, you feel this?"
"Or... this? Or do you think the way I did it just now was better?"
"Have you enjoyed enough? Not enough... shall I take good care of you again?"
When the room finally quieted down, the sun had set, and in the dimly lit lounge, Xia Wan'an lay in Han Jingnian's arms, not wanting to move at all.
If possible, Han Jingnian truly wished he could just hold Xia Wan'an and sleep until the next morning, but unfortunately, at eight in the evening, Han Jingnian had a small private gathering.
