Pei Huaian returned to his residence, tiptoeing as he opened the door, took off his outer clothing and draped it over the screen, then took step by step toward the bed.
He lifted the quilt to lie down, looked at the person facing away from him, and reached over from her neck, pulling her into his embrace with one swoop.
"Ah He…"
The man's voice was low and pleasant, and his warm, strong arms held her tight, allowing her to feel that familiar scent and body warmth without effort.
It was an intimate gesture, Pei Huaian buried his head in the nape of her neck, inhaling the faint fragrance from her hair.
Soon, his breathing gradually evened out, clearly having fallen into a deep sleep.
Shao He, using the faint moonlight, carefully examines his sleeping appearance, his features relaxed, the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile, seemingly in a good mood.
"Huaian…"
She murmured softly, calling out tentatively.
