Ye Junchen

Very satisfied.

No one could make her as satisfied as him.

After supper, they freshened up, and the two of them were energized. They could not really sleep well. Ye Ling had some sleep during the day, so he was more awake at night. Shen Qianshu picked up a book and intended to read to him so that he could go to sleep sooner.

Ye Ling pushed the book away. "You sound like you're singing when you read in French. I suggest you stop before I get even more awake."

Shen Qianshu's face flushed.

Wow, Master. You're breaking the rules too much.

Sweet talk came so naturally; there was not even a small greeting before it.

"What happened?" Ye Ling asked.

"If I read like I'm singing, won't you sleep better?"

"I would want to hear it."