She hugged herself tightly, looking at him with tearful eyes, pleading: "...But it hurts so much."
He felt inexplicably annoyed, knowing that the wisest choice would have been to harden his heart and ignore her little tricks. But seeing her flushed face, tear-filled eyes... he could only sigh: "Promise me you'll sleep obediently. If you can't sleep within ten minutes, I'll get up."
Yan Yu immediately let out a small cheer: "Deal!"
He furrowed his brows, gazing at her, unable to recall when she, whom he always thought was ugly and foolish, had acquired such a coquettish demeanor?
The realization made his heart unguardedly jolt: Uh, is she really being coy with him now?
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Finally lying side by side, he pressed his tension deep down, maintaining a cold exterior.
The real disaster was self-inflicted on Yan Yu; she was so nervous that her teeth were chattering on this midsummer July night.
She instinctively pulled the sheet up to her chin, her whole body stiff like a mummy.
