The wheelchair approached the bedside, and Di Mingjue looked at the body curled up under the covers.
It wasn't a good act at all!
He looked indulgently at Jiang Ziyu, who was pretending to be asleep.
In the quiet room, the sound of unbuttoning clothes echoed clearly.
Jiang Ziyu frowned, waiting uneasily.
Pretending wouldn't help. If he really made a move, she wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
As she pondered, she felt the mattress beside her dip.
Had he really climbed in?
Her brow furrowed again.
Gazing at her long, fluttering eyelashes at close range, Di Mingjue whispered by her ear, "Sleep soundly, what you're thinking won't happen."
Her body stiffened for a moment, and Jiang Ziyu opened her eyes. Her pupils fixed on Di Mingjue's smiling face, and she forgot what to say.
Interesting!
The smile at the corner of his lips deepened, and Di Mingjue lay down beside Jiang Ziyu. He pulled back the covers, and their two bodies were closely enclosed in one space.
Sensing her attempt to escape, Di Mingjue held her arm from beneath the covers, stopping her evasion, "Don't move, just stay by my side quietly."
He was very tired and longed for someone to accompany him.
Di Mingjue felt her resistance subside and cautiously released her hand. He closed his eyes in peace and gently soothed, "Sleep!"
The two looked at the same ceiling, and the usually clear-headed Jiang Ziyu felt muddled.
What did he mean?
Thinking this, she turned her head to look at him. At the same time, Di Mingjue also turned his head to look at her.
It felt as if an electric current connected them across the space between their faces. Di Mingjue turned his body and reached out to draw Jiang Ziyu into his embrace.
Her face pressed against his chest, Jiang Ziyu inhaled his scent. Just like three years ago, his smell had never changed.
Di Mingjue loved the scent of Jiang Ziyu. He lowered his head and rested his chin on her shoulder.
In a daze, they melded together, as if warming each other.
The next morning.
Jiang Ziyu opened her eyes under Di Mingjue's ardent gaze, and the first thing she saw was his affectionate face.
"Awake?"
"Mmm."
The soft hum from her nose was captivating.
Di Mingjue's throat tightened. He longed to absorb such a soft Jiang Ziyu into his body.
Realizing something was amiss, Jiang Ziyu quickly raised her arm, feigning a stretch, "Do you want to wash up first?"
Di Mingjue remained in the same position, watching her.
An indescribable tension permeated the air, and Jiang Ziyu, flustered, escaped from the covers.
With her back to Di Mingjue, she said quickly, "I'll go wash up first."
After sleeping all night, her hair had fallen over her shoulders. Her hurried movements brought back memories for Di Mingjue.
He recalled the woman from that night. The morning after that wild night, she too had disappeared from his sight with her hair down, just like Jiang Ziyu.
Thinking this, he felt as though he had found that woman in Jiang Ziyu.
The door opened, and Qianqian looked at Di Mingjue lying on the princess bed in surprise.
"Qianqian, come to Daddy," Di Mingjue said, reaching out with a smile.
Coming to the edge of the bed, Qianqian noticed the pillow that had been used beside her. It was then that she heard the continuous sound of water from the bathroom.
"We missed Qianqian so much yesterday that we slept here," Di Mingjue coaxed Qianqian.
The longing was real, but it was for the person in the bathroom.
Qianqian covered her mouth, giggling secretly.
Yesterday, she had slept with Grandma, and Grandma had talked to her a lot. Including how they would have more children later, and she would have a younger brother.
Qianqian knew Grandma's worries, but she wanted to say she didn't mind. After all, she had an older brother, and if she had a younger brother, their family could live happily together.
As they spoke, Jiang Ziyu emerged from the bathroom.
After washing up, her face was very fair and serene, making the spots appear rather prominent.