Don't Reject Them

Yang Feng walked to her and seeing that she was still soundly asleep, a tranquil expression on her captivating face, he heaved a sigh of relief. It was as if a mountain was lifted off his shoulders when he saw that she did not run off into the night.

But his happiness was short-lived when he realized her position. Her body was on the floor, without a source of warmth or a blanket to cover her, and not in a proper sleeping posture.

He let out a low growl of anger. This fool. Why did she not kick him out of the bed and sleep on that instead?

Grumbling to himself about how dumb she was, he bent down and picked her up. With great care, he placed her onto the bed, and, in the dim room where he could barely see her properly, he took off her dress and slipped one of his tops over her body before tucking her into the blanket.