Shen Wanxing pulled the blanket off her face.
He must have never taken care of a woman before, covering her face with the blanket could have suffocated her.
She thought this, yet the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards.
Shen Wanxing turned over, hugging the blanket as she slept. She wondered how she could feel a long-lost sense of security in He Xizhou's presence, which was strange.
Feeling reassured, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
In the middle of the night.
He Xizhou went to the swimming pool again to vent his excess energy.
Some people, once they indulge themselves, find it difficult to stop.
He returned to his room wearing a bathrobe and immediately noticed something was off. There was a small bump under the covers on the bed, and he approached it guided by the moonlight.
He turned on the wall light and lifted the covers.
The woman wearing a silk nightgown was lying on his bed, her eyes foggy as she looked up at him.