Reality crashed into her all at once.
The night before.
The way he had touched her, held her, worshiped her.
The way she had whispered his name like a prayer, over and over again.
The way there had been nothing between them, no distance, no walls, no lies.
She was in his arms.
She had slept in his arms.
And even now, he wouldn't let go.
Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding far too fast.
"You're awake," Zhao Yan murmured, his voice deep and laced with amusement.
Hua Jing opened her mouth—
And promptly buried her face back into his chest.
Zhao Yan chuckled.
He then wrapped his arms around her one more time and surprisingly, they fell asleep once more
...
The morning air was crisp and fresh, the scent of last night's rain lingering in the breeze. The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the windows, casting delicate golden patterns on the wooden floor.
Hua Jing shifted slightly, stretching beneath the silk covers, but the soreness in her body made her pause.
