The silky satin-like tenderness of skin in his arms, Chen Yi truly didn't want to rise; he would rather hold Yin Weiyin like this all day long.
Moreover, having not seen each other for a long time, upon reuniting, Yin Weiyin's allure was even more profound than before. The cultivation at Taihua Mountain seemed like aging fine wine—sealed and stored deep in a cellar to ferment, and now, once uncorked, its fragrance filled the air.
Was this "absence makes the heart grow fonder"?
Chen Yi wasn't sure.
Yin Weiyin's eyelashes trembled lightly, her dazed eyes opened, and she frowned slightly. She pursed her lips and stared straight at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi lifted his head and met her gaze, asking, "Got an opinion?"
She lowered her gaze and said softly, "No…"
Chen Yi pulled her closer into his embrace. Feeling something against her, Yin Weiyin was jolted awake, instinctively trying to push him away.
"Early in the morning, don't, don't…"
