His gaze held a tender mischievousness, as if he saw right through her excuse.
"Yuzhu, you really underestimate me," Pei Jingchuan said softly, his tone playful, "I remember your cycle, and it's not the time yet."
When Jiang Yuzhu heard this, her cheeks flushed even more, feeling her excuse had been effortlessly seen through.
Her heart was both shy and helpless, her eyes flickering with complex emotions.
Pei Jingchuan walked to the bedside, sat next to Jiang Yuzhu, his gaze tender.
He stretched out his hand and gently caressed her cheek, as if to soothe her nervousness.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle," Pei Jingchuan's voice was low and magnetic, filled with consolation.
Jiang Yuzhu's heartbeat pounded like a drum, her heart filled with complex emotions.
She whimpered softly and helplessly snuggled into the blanket, searching for a semblance of security.
Pei Jingchuan looked at Jiang Yuzhu's figure hiding under the quilt, his smile growing even softer.