The moonlight, like liquid silver, flowed from the villa's terrace into the quiet bedroom.
A faint, silvery glow caressed the curtains, seeping through the gaps to spill onto the wooden floor.
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the occasional sound of the night wind brushing past the treetops, the leaves in the garden trembling softly. The languid night was like a long, drawn-out sigh.
Listening to the steady breathing beside him, Chen Yuan wasn't the least bit sleepy. He rested his head on one hand, gazing at the ceiling in a relaxed state.
'What was Ningning feeling just now? Did seeing me and Yaoyao being intimate make her really uncomfortable…?' Chen Yuan let his thoughts drift aimlessly.
Even though he knew there were a million things to do the next day, he still couldn't sleep. His mind was wide awake.
Beside him, Jiangg Yao turned over, shifting from her back to her side and wrapping her arm around his.
