Chen Yi held her gently and asked softly, "Are you tired?"
"Tired…" Yin Tingxue responded feebly, then said lightly, "Next time, don't take so long."
Chen Yi, feeling pity for her, found himself struck by her words and quickly agreed, "Alright, I'll listen to you this time."
Yin Tingxue broke into a radiant smile, her girlish shyness lingering in the aftermath of their intimacy—a tenderness that was only visible within the warmth of these sheets.
Chen Yi couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
Without realizing it, the two had drawn closer, their bodies pressed tightly together, sharing each other's warmth.
Outside, the air was chilly, and a casual glance through the window revealed the nightscape seemingly fractured into cold, disjointed segments. This only made the comfort of their bed more pronounced. Chen Yi held Yin Tingxue in his arms as she nestled against him, saying nothing, simply enjoying the quiet warmth.
