He bowed his head, looking at her soft hair strands, and finally couldn't resist planting a light kiss on her forehead.
His strong arms wrapped tightly around her, his voice unusually tender in the night:
"Sleep, you're too tired. Rest assured, I won't touch you until you agree to forgive me."
Wen Xian: "..."
She didn't speak, only embraced him tighter with her arms.
...
No one knew her thoughts, but tonight she seemed to be somewhat physically uncomfortable.
Thus, she was exceptionally well-behaved, falling asleep in his arms quickly and soon drifting into a deep slumber.
However, in her sleep.
Wen Xian seemed to be resting somewhat uneasily.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if something unpleasant was happening in her dreams.
...
The two of them clung tightly together in the room, with Leng Yue's silvery light spilling all over the floor.
While they were on the warm little bed by the window—