Yanshen chuckled softly after a moment of silence.
"No regrets?"
"I certainly don't have any."
It wasn't that he regretted, but that he feared she might regret, which gave rise to his own sense of guilt and regret.
Yet Yao Qing didn't seem to have even a trace of regret, which made him unable to hide his pleasure.
Just as he was about to say something more, the small bundle nestled in his arms spoke again in a low voice.
"So if you... really can't resist..."
"You're not allowed to laugh, hold it in!"
"I'm not talking to you anymore!!"
Yanshen couldn't help but laugh, and the trembling he felt as Yao Qing snuggled against his chest made her blush and hot-eared.
In the end, she turned over in embarrassment, moving to the other side of the bed, clearly demarcating herself from him as distinctly as the Chu River.
A sense of sheer joy lingered in his heart, impossible to wipe away.
Yanshen easily scooped Yao Qing back into his arms.
"I won't laugh anymore, okay?"
