Ruan Qi slept deeply this time, without having a single nightmare.
In her slumber, she seemed to have entered a realm of cold fragrance. The scent was familiar, filling her with an immense sense of peace.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Ruan Qi vaguely felt someone kiss her forehead. That person gently brushed the hair from her cheeks, tucked her in, and tiptoed away.
Ruan Qi's hand instinctively grasped the quilt. She sleepily opened her eyes and saw a broad and comforting back.
"Jiujiu..." The young lady murmured in a daze, then drifted back into deep sleep.
...
The sunlight filtering through the curtains gradually shifted from a slant to a direct angle, then slowly moved westward.
The person on the bed slept for a long time before finally stirring.
A pale, slender hand emerged from the black satin quilt, fingers and wrist covered with passionate kiss marks.
