Dressed Decently

Yu Zhen lazily rose from the bed. His attention drifted to the tiny woman lying beside him, curled up on her side. Her chest rose steadily with each breath she drew in, her eyes closed shut. 

Li Xueyue's hair was sprawled out, dark as the midnight against her pale skin. She slept without a fear for vulnerability, her shoulders relaxed around him. 

Yu Zhen bought the blankets up to her shoulders, covering her body. His attention drifted to the red marks on her neck. His lips twitched in amusement. If she didn't clench the blankets so much and tried to run from him, then perhaps, he wouldn't have captured her and gifted love bites. Alas, Li Xueyue never listened, did she? 

"You're sleeping a lot easier now," Yu Zhen fondly said. He reached a hand out and stroked her sleeping face with the back of his fingers. 

His heart warmed when she subconsciously leaned into the touch, her body tilting forward.