Lin Feng turned and walked back to the bed. He removed the last of his clothes and lay down naked.
After only a few breaths, he pulled a brocade quilt over his body and covered himself.
He closed his eyes as if he had already fallen asleep.
"… "
Li Zhiyan stood there silently for a full minute.
Her thoughts churned as she stared at the man lying on the bed.
Finally, she slowly walked forward and slipped under the quilt beside him.
She was not a foolish woman. She understood very well what she needed to do now.
Li Zhiyan tried to close her eyes and rest, but sleep did not come easily to her after that.
Lin Feng did not touch her, something Li Zhiyan was secretly grateful for.
She rolled around on the bed restlessly.
Although the bed was large enough for both of them, their distance still felt strangely close to her.
Every small movement made the quilt rustle softly in the quiet room.
What made things worse was that she could clearly smell Lin Feng's scent.
