After the serious matters were discussed, an awkward silence descended upon the room.
Di Mingjue’s gaze once again fell upon Jiang Ziyu’s attire, his possessiveness radiating uncontrollably.
“It’s getting late. You should get ready and rest too,” Jiang Ziyu said, interrupting his wandering thoughts. She lifted the covers and slipped into the bed.
She and Qianqian poked their heads out, looking at Di Mingjue with cute, dazed expressions, waiting for him to leave.
As a married couple, they should be sharing the bed!
Di Mingjue moved his wheelchair forward and entered the bathroom. With his eyesight recovered, he could manage some simple tasks himself.
The sound of water flowing in the bathroom echoed against Jiang Ziyu’s heart. In her daze, her heartbeat pulsed with the sound of the running water.
What was happening? Why was her mood always affected by him?
Jiang Ziyu shook her head restlessly, pressing her palm firmly against her chest.
Drip~
The bathroom door opened. Di Mingjue’s hair, still damp with water droplets, trickled down his exposed chest.
Feeling a sudden dryness in her throat, Jiang Ziyu avoided his intense gaze.
Di Mingjue naturally walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and with a slight shift of his hips, effortlessly settled into the bedding.
Qianqian, lying between them, was delighted. She held Jiang Ziyu’s hand in one, Di Mingjue’s in the other, and lay between them with a wide grin.
“Let’s sleep,” Jiang Ziyu said, then turned off the room light.
In the dark room, it was likely only Qianqian who was happy.
Unsure when she had fallen asleep, her arm had been held the entire time. When she woke up the next morning, her arm was numb.
Jiang Ziyu struggled to turn her body. As she turned her head, Qianqian, who should have been beside her, had inexplicably been replaced by Di Mingjue.
Her mind flashed like lightning. She frantically searched for Qianqian’s figure.
For some reason, they had switched places. Had Di Mingjue been the one holding her that night?
Her heart pounded again. She looked at Di Mingjue with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
Asleep, he was serene, the usual coldness on his face gone. Jiang Ziyu couldn’t help but reach out her hand. Just as she was about to touch him, his curled eyelashes suddenly fluttered open, his clear eyes fixing on her.
Her fingers still suspended in mid-air, Jiang Ziyu averted her gaze but forgot to withdraw her arm.
As if hearing a faint chuckle from in front of her, a shadow lunged towards her. Immediately after, her hand was caught and placed upon his gentle face.
“Touch me openly,” Di Mingjue teased with a smile.
Her heart fluttered. Intending to explain quickly, she ended up biting her lip as she spoke. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she looked at Di Mingjue’s smiling eyes pitifully.
“I wasn’t,” Jiang Ziyu said, quickly pulling her arm back.
“Oh really?” Di Mingjue moved closer to her, his breath fanning her face.
Her face flushed crimson with guilt and shyness, so much so that one could almost wring water from it.
As Jiang Ziyu tensed, wanting to escape, the person beside her suddenly lunged forward. The air in front of her was completely filled by Di Mingjue’s presence. He pressed down on Jiang Ziyu, his head slowly lowering.
With their lips only millimeters apart, Qianqian, who had been behind them, suddenly sat up, staring blankly at the two of them.
Fortunately, she couldn't speak, or she would have surely startled Di Mingjue.
“Qianqian!” Jiang Ziyu shouted loudly through the gap. As Di Mingjue was distracted, she shoved him away.
Di Mingjue fell back onto the bed, his eyes opening to see Qianqian, who was now within arm’s reach. He smiled helplessly, pulling Qianqian into his arms to look at Jiang Ziyu, who was thoroughly uncomfortable.
As if caught doing something mischievous, Jiang Ziyu felt an itch all over her body. Like a monkey, she scratched herself here and there. Her mind went completely blank, and she sat there foolishly, unsure of what to do.
“Qianqian, shall we help Mommy tickle her?” Di Mingjue suddenly said. The two figures then pounced on Jiang Ziyu.
She was like a lamb being led to the slaughter, pounced upon and pinned to the bed to endure their tickles.