The room fell into silent darkness, without the Sky-Annihilating Emperor's snoring, and Long Xiliang's breathing was light and subtle.
As long as he restrained his breath, he could hide himself, merging into the darkness as one.
The evening breeze from outside the window was slightly cool, and the night was hazy. In the Hou Family's garden, lights were vibrant, and occasionally, moths would fly over, crashing head-on into the warm lampshades.
Lu Xiaoyou's breathing was steady, but she just couldn't fall asleep.
She felt unaccustomed to having a man sitting on the sofa while she tried to sleep.
Moreover, this man was only wrapped in a slender bath towel. Not letting him come up to warm the bed didn't seem like her style.
She flung open the quilt, making half the bed available.
"Little Liangliang, come up to bed," she said.
"But don't you dare lay a finger on me," she added sternly.