Jiang Yingyue could see the hopeful light in Han Qingshan's eyes. She could also sense his nervousness, and although she had felt somewhat worried and slightly uncomfortable about sharing a bed with a man, she could not make herself decline his request.
She sighed deeply and shook her head as she looked at Han Qingshan with a helpless expression in her eyes. "You better not try anything," she warned him. "If you do, then I won't let you sleep here another time."
Han Qingshan lit up with a brilliant smile, his nervousness vanishing, and he was so ecstatic that he rushed under the blankets like a good boy.
Jiang Yingyue felt exasperated and unable to control him, but her lips were curved upwards, and she slowly turned to look at Han Qingshan.
He dragged her into his embrace and let her rest her head on his chest, the two of them suddenly feeling blissful and complete.
