Feeling a Guilty Conscience

Thinking of the sweetness he just tasted, Yin Shaojie couldn't refrain from feeling restless. He couldn't help but move closer and lightly peck her lips, but it wasn't as thorough as he had done previously.

Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao's eyelashes flutter like a butterfly before it took flight, he was suddenly caught by surprise. He raised his head immediately in a stiff motion, shifted away from her to the other side of the bed, and conveniently laid there, pretending to be resting.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xiaoxiao was not sleeping—her small hand grabbed onto his shirt, her head drawing closer and digging into his chest. Then, she fell asleep again.

Yin Shaojie looked down at her expression as she slept. He looked awkward and was unsure whether to laugh or cry.

But, it was all good as long as he was not found out.