With a lingering sorrow, Qin Yiren secretly loosened the edge of the blanket, then lifted her gaze to meet the man's eyes, looking completely bewildered and helpless.
"Um, Chu Xinian..."
She spoke softly, trying to offer a further hint.
Chu Xinian lowered his gaze, observing the radiant and alluring girl on the bed, his eyes darkening faintly.
Her delicate and petite feet were nervously curled, the exposed skin smooth and fair; her lips parted as if trying to speak but holding back, her every movement was a heart-stopping temptation.
Stealing glances at the deepening hues in his eyes, Qin Yiren lightly bit her lip, bowed her little head in silent consent, awaiting the tempest of affection she expected from the man.
However, as the light by the bedside dimmed, Chu Xinian lifted the blanket, lay down next to her, and unassumingly pulled her into his embrace. "Good night, little one," he said.
