Midnight.
Luo Xiu, exhausted, lay on his side in bed, gazing at Lin Xiyue by his pillow, unable to sleep.
Sated and content, Lin Xiyue had fallen into a deep sleep, snuggling like a kitten, without a care in the world.
Luo Xiu gently caressed her face, his gaze tender, yet his heart was a complex knot of emotions.
This is a tangled knot, impossible to cut and even more impossible to unravel.
He had been so determined to keep his distance from her, but for some unknown reason, whenever he was near her, he was drawn in by a mysterious force. He would lose himself and throw all caution to the wind.
"Lin Xiyue, I must have owed you in a past life, or maybe you've poisoned me," he sighed softly.
Just as he was about to roll out of bed, Lin Xiyue suddenly reached out, wrapped her arms tightly around him, and burrowed into his embrace.
"Darling, look, the baby is kicking me again," she pouted, her voice coquettish. "Darling, if it's a girl, can we name her 'Shan Shan'?"
"..."
