The heavy snow outside rustled, while the two people inside slept profoundly. By the time they woke up, it was already near the end of the Late Shen hour.
Mo Yan's face flushed red from sleep, as if she had applied a layer of fine rouge. She climbed out of bed in a daze, pressing and massaging her swollen forehead, and it took her quite a while to completely wake up.
Seeing Xiao Ruiyuan still asleep, a smile inadvertently appeared at the corners of Mo Yan's lips. She tiptoed out of the bed, one foot already on the floor, and just as she was about to lift the other, her wrist was suddenly caught, and with a surprised cry, she was forcefully pulled back under the covers.
"Yanyan, lie with me for a while longer," Xiao Ruiyuan murmured without opening his eyes, half-pressing his body on hers, his head buried in her neck, his voice deep and hoarse, adding a touch of sexiness.