The next morning, Yue Ning woke up to a warmth she never expected. Not the warmth of blankets or sunrise, but the kind that lingered on her skin… and in her chest.
Memories flickered—soft touches, whispered breaths, and the quiet way he held her like she was the only thing that existed.
Her cheeks burned instantly as fragments of last night flooded her mind.
They really crossed that line. She and Huo Feng were truly husband and wife now.
Her gaze drifted beside her, and there he was, still asleep, still holding her by the waist as if one loosened finger might make her disappear. Her heart softened. She never expected that she would be loved so much by a man.
She reached out unconsciously, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw—
"You know," Huo Feng's voice rumbled, low and amused, "it belongs to you. If you want to touch, you're free to do so."
Yue Ning froze, then dove back under the blanket as if escaping a crime scene.
