Though he hadn't slept for days, Pei Yan still woke early.
Fulfilled in body and soul, he was radiant and showed no sign of fatigue.
When he woke, Mei Wanying was still in his arms. She was exhausted and sleeping soundly.
She had just shifted positions, her back now facing him.
Beneath the brocade quilt were her smooth shoulders. Her gracefully slender, swan-like neck rested on his arm, a portion of it exposed to the air.
Afraid Mei Wanying would get cold, Pei Yan immediately pressed closer, warming her with his own body heat.
Men ran hot, and thankfully, it was cold this time of year, so it didn't bother Mei Wanying.
Gazing at her beautiful sleeping face, Pei Yan began to stir again.
He was a normal man in the prime of his life.
His beloved woman was right in his arms. He wasn't some passionless saint, so how could he not have a reaction?
His reason told him that Ah Yin was too tired.
