I had already betrayed so many people by being with him. If this happiness was another deception, I would truly go crazy.
Ye Zhengchen said nothing more, holding me as we lay down. I never thought I would have such a morning: my head on his shoulder, my hand in his, placed over his heart. I could clearly feel his steady, calm heartbeat.
I closed my eyes quietly. This man was my destined endpoint.
Ye Zhengchen’s dreams were always nightmares, filled with endless deception and entanglement that, even if sweet, would ultimately end in disarray. “Who did you dream about?” he asked with a half-smile, which always made me uneasy, worried it was another trap. “I don’t remember,” I mumbled, afraid he would strangle me if I mentioned the dream. “I had a bit of an impression, but you scared me, and now I’ve forgotten everything.” “Do I look scary?” I glanced up. Perhaps due to the lighting, his features were deep, his face solemn, and he did look intimidating. Fortunately, I knew Ye Zhengchen had a fatal weakness—he was especially susceptible to seduction. A few soft words and a hint of fragrance, and all his rationality would fly away. I laughed and hooked my arm around his neck, lightly pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth and gently licking his thin lips.
