Afterward, the two stayed tightly intertwined, unwilling to let go.
Chi Zaozao nestled in the man's embrace, utterly exhausted. Sleep overtook her and she slowly succumbed to slumber.
Ye Que lowered his gaze to watch her serene face, feeling the rhythm of her breath. Though he didn't want to disturb her rest, he couldn't suppress the urge to speak.
"Zaozao." He called her name in a deep voice.
Chi Zaozao, half-asleep and groggy, responded faintly, "Hmm?"
"I have something I need to discuss with you."
Chi Zaozao rarely heard Ye Que sound so serious. Startled awake, she opened her eyes wide and stared at the man in front of her.
Still in his arms, she looked up at him, clearly tracing the sharp contours of his face and feeling the intensity of his breathing—along with the unique allure of the man himself.
"What is it?" she asked softly.
Ye Que, too, fixed his gaze on her without blinking. His solemn expression hinted that the matter might be serious.
