Chapter 74: The First Day We Share a Bed, Forget About Getting Up

Yan Jingting's hand pinched gently, the smooth tenderness felt just like tofu, causing one to refrain from using too much force, fearing it would shatter.

His gaze fell upon Chu Zhiyi's hand, seeing the silver wedding ring, the corners of his lips curled up.

Feeling good, Yan Jingting pinched Chu Zhiyi's cheeks several more times.

Chu Zhiyi waved her hand as if shooing away mosquitoes, hugged the blanket, and did a one hundred and eighty-degree turn on the bed to continue sleeping.

Yan Jingting then saw her side profile, and that perfectly round and upturned bottom.

Seated in his wheelchair, he watched this scene quietly, his expression becoming more profound.

Closing his eyes, Yan Jingting let out a breath of turbid air and leaned over to pull over his own blanket, wrapping Chu Zhiyi up tightly.

The long-missed, faint fragrance of iris filled his breath; Yan Jingting could not resist and bent down to deeply inhale at the neck of the sleeping person.