Zhou Jingwei gently gripped Cheng Weiyue's waist, his actions laced with a mix of assertiveness and ambiguity as his voice brushed past her ear, "But sleeping with Little Yueliang in my arms is the only way I can sleep well."
He hadn't expected any response, being uncooperative was nothing new for the young girl, and Zhou Jingwei had grown accustomed to it.
However, he didn't expect that after a brief silence, Cheng Weiyue would respond in a voice so small it could hardly be smaller, "That is... also okay."
Zhou Jingwei had to admit that he couldn't resist this temptation.
The night was cool like water, raindrops clattered against the windows, crisp yet noisy.
But Zhou Jingwei felt his heart unnaturally still.
He held Cheng Weiyue even tighter and said in a hoarse voice, "Why is my Yueyue so good?"
As Cheng Weiyue lay in bed, she still hadn't figured out how things had gotten to this point?
She had actually... actually taken the initiative to ask Zhou Jingwei to stay.