Early the next morning, Wen Nanxi got up and looked at Su Muyao's serene sleeping face, his eyes so soft, they seemed to overflow, the affection was evident.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her brow, his eyes full of tenderness, and his heart brimming with love.
Su Muyao was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, "Don't."
Su Muyao's voice was almost hoarse.
"I want to sleep."
Wen Nanxi's heart was as soft as if it were melting.
At this moment, his body and soul were both satisfied.
"Alright, I won't bother you, sleep well."
"Sorry, next time I..."
He wanted to say he wouldn't disturb her like this next time, but felt saying it would be lying.
He couldn't bear to lie to her.
She was too wonderful, making him lose control.
His prideful self-control was of no use.
He had fallen into her hands but relished it.
"Go ahead and sleep!"
Wen Nanxi gently tidied her hair before reluctantly leaving.
He closed the door for her.
