After the kiss had ended, her breath and consciousness gradually faded away as she softened her body and let him hold her entirely in his embrace.
She was tired and closed her eyes.
He reached out and turned off the light.
With her thoughts in disarray, just before falling asleep, she seemed to faintly hear his magnetic deep voice whisper something very softly.
"Lian Qiao, do you still remember the story Granny Stone told on Yimeng Mountain?"
Yimeng Mountain, what story?
Lian Qiao's mind was muddled, hearing nothing but Zhou Gong urging, "Come on, sleep!
So, she slept.
Contentedly rubbing her head gently against his firm chest, her breathing became even, and she slowly drifted into dreamland.
In the darkness, in the dimly lit bedroom, on the large bed, Mr. Xing slowly reached out to stroke her brows and eyes, then he leaned down, brushed the hair from her forehead, and gazed at her intently for a long time.
After a long, long time...