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"Don't worry, I'm a very quiet sleeper and I don't snore. Just don't fall off and land on me in the middle of the night."

Liu Xiaoli was amused by his nonchalant attitude.

The awkwardness and nervousness I felt at first dissipated quite a bit after he stirred things up.

"Who's going to fall!"

She glared at him reproachfully, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down.

"Smack."

She reached out and turned off the headlights.

Only a bedside lamp with the lowest brightness was left on, emitting a warm orange light that enveloped the entire room in a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere.

The room fell silent instantly.

It was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Yu Le lay on the ground, a faint scent of lavender lingering around her nose.

That was the scent of the body lotion Liu Xiaoli had just applied, mixed with her unique mature charm, like an invisible little hand gently scratching at the tip of his heart.

It's a bit irritating.

He turned over, facing away from the bed, and forced himself to count sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, Happy Sheep, Pretty Sheep...

Bed.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't sleep either.

She lay on her side, her line of sight directly over the raised silhouette on the floor mat.

The man was less than a meter away from her.

She could touch it with just a reach.

The events of the past few months played back in her mind like a movie.

From their initial chance encounter on a blind date, to the meticulous care he showed in their daily lives, to the day he faced a nouveau riche and slammed eight million on the table without hesitation.

Eight million.

In this day and age, this is a fortune enough to drive anyone crazy.

He didn't even blink.

What's the point?

What about Tu Xixi's share of the profits after she became famous?

Do not be silly.

With his ability to easily make money in the stock market, what couldn't he do with those eight million?

Liu Xiaoli is not the kind of naive young girl who has never seen the world.

Having navigated the world of fame and fortune for so many years, she has witnessed countless instances of men spending lavishly on women.

But Yu Le is different.

His kindness is subtle and pervasive.

They are the kind of people who spoil you rotten, yet never ask for anything in return.

But the more she did this, the more uneasy she felt.

Especially now.

He was lying on the ground, a virile and vigorous man, yet he remained completely calm in the face of a woman in her pajamas.

Is it because she lacks charm?

Or did he not mean it that way at all, and simply see them as people who needed to be taken care of?

An unprecedented sense of crisis grew wildly in Liu Xiaoli's heart like weeds.

She is over forty.

Despite proper care, the years wait for no one.

And what about Yu Le?

A man in his early thirties is at the most charming age.

Rich, handsome, humorous, and a great cook.

A man like that, with just a snap of his fingers, could have countless young and beautiful girls lining up to throw themselves at him.

What if one day he gets tired of this nanny-like care...

What if he meets a younger, more proactive girl...

Liu Xiaoli's fingers gripped the silk quilt tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Yu Le".

She called out softly.

His voice trembled slightly, carrying a barely perceptible hint of probing.

"Um?"

Yu Le's lazy, nasal voice came from the ground.

"Are you asleep?"

"Almost there. He's playing chess with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep) right now, and he's about to win."

Yu Le turned over and lay on her back, looking at the edge of the bed in the dim light.

Liu Xiaoli sat up in bed.

Instead of reaching for the water glass by the bedside, she braced herself with her hands behind her back, tilted her head back slightly, and let her long, flowing hair cascade down her shoulders.

The neckline of the silk pajamas is a bit too large.

As she moved, a bit of the fabric slipped off one shoulder, revealing a patch of fair, smooth skin and a collarbone so exquisite it resembled a work of art.

The light shone on her face, giving her a soft, golden glow.

Those beautiful eyes, which always carried a hint of aloofness, now seemed to hold a pool of spring water, shimmering and unspoken.

"I...can't sleep."

Liu Xiaoli's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart.

"Is the floor too hard? Why don't you... come up and sleep here?"

Yu Le's breath hitched.

My heart felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, skipping a beat.

Who the hell can handle this?

Is this a test for cadres?

This is clearly inciting crime!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the raging fire within him, and tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible.

"Stop joking. This bed may be big, but it's not big enough to hold the innocence of two adults."

"clean?"

Liu Xiaoli chuckled softly.

She got out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and walked up to Yu Le.

then.

She crouched down, hugged her knees, and looked up at him pitifully, like a wounded kitten.

The distance has been shortened.

The scent of lavender instantly intensified, filling Yu Le's nostrils.

As far as the eye could see, there was a dizzying expanse of pure white.

"Yu Le, do you... dislike me?"

Liu Xiaoli bit her lower lip, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You dislike me?"

Yu Le propped himself up and looked at her with amusement.

"Teacher Liu, what are you saying? You're a dancer, the mother of the fairy goddess. If I were to look down on you, wouldn't I be blind?"

"Then why...?"

Liu Xiaoli hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She reached out a hand and gently placed it on the back of Yu Le's hand.

My fingertips were icy cold, yet electrified.

"That Zhu Fugui that day, although disgusting, he was right about one thing."

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"I'm already this old, and I still have a child to support... You're so outstanding, you can definitely find someone better."

Do you think... I'm getting old?

She spoke those last three words very softly, with a hint of deep-seated inferiority and panic in her voice.

In this relationship, she was always the one being cared for and protected.

The only things she seems to have to offer are her reasonably presentable appearance and a heart that longs to rely on him.

If even this physical appearance is disliked...

Yu Le looked at the woman in front of him who was filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

The last line of defense in my heart collapsed with a crash.

What rationality?

What restraint?

At this moment, everything seemed to have been possessed by a ghost.

In this world, nothing is more heartbreaking and more maddening than a mature, beautiful, and proud woman revealing her vulnerable and self-doubting side to you.

"old?"

Yu Le grabbed that cold little hand and pulled her towards him with a little force.

Liu Xiaoli exclaimed in surprise, lost her balance, and fell directly into that broad and warm embrace.

Before she could react...

A large hand had already gripped the back of her head.

Yu Le's sharply defined face rapidly magnified in my field of vision.

"Liu Xiaoli, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'old'?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a long-suppressed aggressiveness.

"You're not old."

"You're perfectly ripe."

Before he could finish speaking...

He lowered his head and kissed those trembling red lips fiercely.

Driven by a man's most primal possessiveness, it swept in like a raging storm.

Liu Xiaoli's mind went completely blank for a moment.

All restraint and all concerns vanished in that domineering and passionate kiss.

She felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Her hands instinctively climbed up his neck, responding clumsily yet passionately.

This moment.

She is no longer the dignified dancer, nor the single mother who worries herself sick over her daughter.

She was simply a woman who was desired and loved.

The cold wind howled outside the window, but it couldn't dispel the spring sunshine in the room.

Yu Le only felt tightness.

A youthful tightness.

—Of course, I'm talking about the skin.