Watching her shy, girlish demeanor, Huai Fu Yueming felt an ever-growing tenderness toward her, he gently pulled her into his embrace and whispered, "Go to sleep, good night."
"En, good night."
His embrace was truly broad and warm, and Mi Yao soon fell asleep, enjoying a dreamless, restful night.
...
The next morning, Mi Yao slowly opened her eyes. She reached out to touch the space beside her, but it was empty—the man had already risen.
She sat up, rubbing her bleary eyes, and the soreness throughout her body confirmed that last night was not a dream, that she had truly thrown caution to the wind and been with him.
If the sweetness of love and close bonding dominated the previous night, now her feelings were more of regret and worry. She shouldn't have been so swayed by him, what if he had become infected?
It was too late for regrets now; all she could do was pray silently. Mi Yao got out of bed and went to wash up in the bathing room.
