On the bed, Duan Jintian lay obediently in Xirong fuchen's arms and did not move.
However, she liked this feeling. She could smell the elegant aura on Xirong fuchen's body, and she felt at ease.
The feeling of loneliness and emptiness in his room was gone.
The corners of Duan Jintian's mouth curled up. She took a deep breath of Xirong fuchen's breath and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.
Only by sleeping like this would her heart truly feel at ease.
She liked this feeling.
Perhaps Duan Jintian was really tired. She was very relaxed in Xirong fuchen's arms and fell asleep in no time.
Xirong fuchen looked at the woman in his arms and felt her soft curves. His heart also felt very soft.
He would be infatuated with this feeling.
He couldn't describe the feeling of sleeping with the woman he loved, but he liked it very much.