An Xiaonuan, "..."
Even though she was still very angry about what he had done to her, she couldn't help but gently stroke his head and said, "Sleep."
Huangfu Ye closed his eyes contentedly and soon fell asleep.
Ever since Bai Qianqian had an accident, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days.
Now, holding her warm and soft body, he slept particularly comfortably.
He slept until the afternoon, and when Huangfu Ye woke up, the little woman in his arms was already gone. He stretched lazily, turned over, and lay on the big bed, the pillow full of An Xiaonuan's fragrance.
After lying on the bed for a while longer, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He went to the closet and put on a light beige home outfit, shook his damp hair, and walked out of the bedroom feeling refreshed.
As he went downstairs, the house was filled with the aroma of rich soup, and the sunset poured in. An Xiaonuan was sitting on the sofa, hugging a big white pillow and watching TV.
