Jiang Xinli's legs were weak and her head was spinning when Xuan Ying carried her to bed.
"Sleepy?" The man propped his chin on one hand, a playful, desirous smile on his face as he gazed at her.
"Mhm," the girl mumbled weakly, turning her back to him.
A second later, she jolted and quickly turned back around.
She didn't just turn back—she grabbed a handful of the blanket, clamped it firmly between her legs, and then closed her eyes to sleep.
The man instantly understood what she was doing and couldn't help but let out an exasperated laugh.
"Jiang Xinli, are you really that scared of me?" He lifted his other hand, his pale, slender index finger gently tracing her long, thick eyelashes, the delicate tip of her nose, and her slightly swollen, red lips.
"No," the girl mumbled, her breathing growing softer and slower.
But the man wouldn't let it go. "You still haven't said 'goodnight, hubby'."
"Goodnight, hub-let," Jiang Xinli whined.
Xuan Ying: "..."
