Even just after waking up, Yao Qing could hear the hoarseness in his voice. She forced her heavy eyes open and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
She gave him a quick up and down glance. He looked no different than when he had left.
Except that he seemed to bring back a touch of the outside chill.
Yu Yanshen spoke faintly, "I'm feeling a bit tired."
Her sixth sense was telling her something was off, but as she observed his condition, she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
She was so sleepy that she could hardly keep her eyes open.
"Oh... Okay... Then you should get some rest too?"
Yu Yanshen reached out and touched her delicate chin, murmuring a low "Good night."
It wasn't long after she and he had said goodnight that Yao Qing fell back to sleep.
Her sleeping face was so innocent, creating a stark contrast with her sometimes sharp demeanor.
It was the kind of look that easily stirred a certain desire within men.