Evening sleep was still the moment Rong Yan felt the most uncomfortable.
Qin Ye was a chronically ill author, but his intense presence was simply undeniable.
At the same time, she understood why there was no heated brick bed in the house; this guy was comparable to a furnace!
Indeed, when she awoke the following day, she found herself almost clinging onto him.
When their eyes met, Rong Yan wished she could vanish on the spot...
Qin Ye noticed her shyness and truly felt a burst of joy inside.
"Awake now, are you going to get up? It's a bit cold outside, you can sleep a little longer."
Rong Yan immediately suppressed that bit of discomfort, "No, I'll get up now, don't forget, people from the village are coming to our house to work today."
Qin Ye especially loved to hear her say "our house."
"That's hard work for you!"
"Yeah, it is indeed a bit hard! So, you should be more accommodating to me in the future." For example, if I say I want to leave, you can't try to stop me.
