At this moment, Shang Ruyi's breath caught.
What was Yu Wenye doing?
However, she had no time to think deeply as the blanket was lifted a little, and the cold air of the winter night seeped in. The chill was enough to freeze someone, but Shang Ruyi felt hot, as if her blood was boiling.
The room was no longer quiet.
Yu Wenye's heavy and rapid breathing was clear in her ears, possessing an undeniable sense of oppression that made Shang Ruyi shiver inwardly. As more of the blanket was lifted, almost exposing her shoulder, she almost couldn't resist opening her eyes—
But then, Yu Wenye's hand stopped.
"...?"
Shang Ruyi was startled internally.
Just as she was lost as to what was happening, the blanket gently fell back onto the bed, and he even tucked it in lightly to prevent the cold wind from getting in.
Then, he stood by the bed, silently watched her for a moment, turned around, and left.
Shang Ruyi was completely stunned.
