Jiang Zihui wished his heart didn't foolishly skip a beat. His anger was washed away by the fear in her tiny voice, like a terrified child without a guardian. She needed him. She needed someone to rely on and tell her everything was going to be okay.
He released Jiang Yinan's collar and ran a hand through his hair. Breathing in deeply, he closed his stormy eyes. When it opened again, there was fondness within them. "Why are you out of your bed, little butterfly? And you're not wearing house-slippers either." He stalked towards her, with Jiang Yinan closely following behind him.
"That is not how a proper young lady should behave." Jiang Zihui stopped in front of her. His heart fluttered when she had to crane her neck to see his face. She curiously studied his features, her large eyes wandering over every nook and cranny. What was she looking for?
"Come now, I'll take you back to bed."
