Han Yi drank the steaming bowl of ginger soup and lay down.
After Gong Tingxuan finished showering, he lay down beside her, holding her.
That night, he didn't change his position, holding her like that until dawn.
At first, she was somewhat resistant, but eventually, she gradually calmed down.
Perhaps she was too tired, she fell into a deep sleep.
During the night, she tossed and turned, occasionally kicking the quilt, and he covered her back up.
The next morning.
When she opened her eyes, Gong Tingxuan was already awake.
He was sitting by the head of the bed, not wearing pajamas, exposing his firm chest muscles, with half of the purple silk quilt draped over his sexy waist.
"Awake?"
His starry eyes looked at her, and he turned slightly to kiss her forehead.
She silently turned her head away.
"Still angry?"
She ignored him, turned over, and put her back to him.
He snuggled into the quilt and then hugged her from behind.
His warm palm gently caressed her forehead.
