Qin Xin had a delicious late-night snack at Nalan Ye Jue's villa and went to her bedroom to rest early.
The man seemed to have work to deal with, busy in the study.
She looked at the row of thoughtfully placed pillows in the middle of the bed, separating the sides, and her heart warmed.
The man was still gentlemanly, taking her feelings into account.
Isn't it rare to find someone like this?
What reason does she have to refuse to take a step further with him?
Qin Xin covered her face.
She felt that the barrier of defense and resistance in her heart seemed to have melted another layer. If the thickness of this barrier could be measured in units, it should have quietly changed from an initial decimeter thickness to today's thin millimeter.
She buried her head in the pillow.
That night, she slept surprisingly sweetly.
Not a single dream was made.
She didn't know if Nalan Ye Jue was asleep.
