Rarely was Wen Nuan this proactive, so Fu Mingyu certainly wouldn't counter his own good luck.
He approached her, and the pair of silhouettes overlapping by the floor-to-ceiling window appeared particularly intimate.
By the time everything concluded, Wen Nuan only belatedly realized where she was and what had happened.
Pulling the quilt over her head, Wen Nuan wondered if it was too late to play dead or pretend to sleep.
A low chuckle sounded by her neck, and Wen Nuan's cheeks burned with embarrassment, too shy to tease him even a bit.
In an instant, with the quilt around her, she was lifted into the air and carried to the bed by Fu Mingyu.
"Sleep a bit more; nothing feels more loving than a morning nap."
He whispered softly, pulling Wen Nuan out of the quilt into his embrace, and went to sleep holding her.
Waking up, the brilliant glow outside the window left Wen Nuan feeling uncertain about the time.
