She deliberately tried not to pay attention to his affairs, often wanting to come here but only visiting a few times a month, not wanting to indulge too much in his warmth. Now, she seemed increasingly reluctant to let go.

Seeing her silence, Xiao Lian thought she wouldn’t marry her brother and felt a surge of anger, which was quickly extinguished. What good would her anger do? Jing Yu was already taking good care of them.

Jing Yu glanced at Xiao Lian, whose eyes were lowered, and turned to walk inside. “It’s late. If you don’t want him to worry, go back to your room and sleep.”

The door closed tightly, leaving Xiao Lian alone outside. She stood quietly in place, not knowing how long passed before walking dejectedly to another room.

When Jing Yu returned to the bed, Su Xi’s face was still flushed but fast asleep. Jing Yu caressed his warm face, leaned in to kiss him, and lingered her hand on his shoulder before embracing him to sleep.

With their necks touching, Jing Yu slightly lowered her eyes and kissed his forehead again. Breathing in his calm breath, she closed her eyes. Every time she would come here, spending intimate moments with him, she had touched every inch of his soft, fair skin, each part alluring. He himself was even more attractive.

Being with him would warm her body and heart, but she feared losing herself completely, always holding back.

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In the ink-colored night, with cold wind blowing, two people embraced each other, warming one another.

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As dawn broke, Jing Yu felt the person in her arms moving. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, seeing Su Xi still in a dream, nestling closer to her.

Jing Yu smiled softly, her eyes filled with tenderness. The hand around his waist caressed his face, kissing his forehead. They had been intimate for two years, and her feelings for him were unique.

If there was any softness left in her heart, it was only because of Su Xi.

Su Xi hummed and snuggled closer, then suddenly stiffened, sensing something was wrong. He startled awake, moving back and looking at Jing Yu in surprise.

Jing Yu’s voice was gentle as she tucked the blanket, preventing cold air from entering. “You’re awake. Just in time. I just woke up too.”