You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

A low, husky voice, damp with moisture, penetrated the thick silk quilt.

It went straight into Shen Wanzhou's ear.

The body inside the bulge stiffened even more.

Even the tiny slit that was originally peeking out was now tightly clenched from the inside.

It became a completely airtight, pure white cocoon.

The muffled sound came through the blanket, carrying a noticeable tremor and a guilty conscience.

"I...I'm not hot."

This evasive answer, coupled with the increasingly rapid breathing coming from under the covers, only served to confuse the situation.

This made the smile in Chen Yuan's eyes deepen.

He stopped teasing her.

If you really provoke this timid cat, it might not get any sleep tonight.

Chen Yuan straightened up.

He reached out and turned off the two vintage table lamps on the bedside table.

Snapped.

The master bedroom was instantly plunged into darkness.

Only the moonlight from outside the window shone through the gaps in the French windows.

A layer of cool, white frost was sprinkled on the carpet.

Chen Yuan lifted the corner of the blanket on the other side of the bed and lay down smoothly.

The double bed is large enough.

The two were nearly half a meter apart.

There's even room to stuff two more cushions in the middle.

The slight sinking of the mattress made Shen Wanzhou, wrapped in the blanket, hold her breath instantly.

Her ears were perked up, catching the slightest sound around her.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

No one nearby made any inappropriate moves.

There wasn't even a rustling sound when it turned over.

Only that steady, long breath could be clearly heard in the quiet darkness.

Chen Yuan deliberately suppressed that intense, aggressive hormonal tension.

Shen Wanzhou's tense nerves relaxed slightly amidst this undeniable restraint.

The air inside the blankets grew increasingly stuffy and hot.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and down his temples, wetting his hair.

She tentatively loosened her grip on her clenched, white fingers a little.

He pulled the blanket covering his head down three inches.

His cheeks, flushed red, were exposed.

I took deep breaths of the cool air in the bedroom, which was filled with the scent of fir wood.

The room was too quiet.

It was so quiet that I could hear my own heart pounding like a drum.

It's been ten years.

Since that kidnapping, she has never been in a dark room with anyone again.

This fear of darkness and the unknown is etched into my very bones.

Even though Chen Yuan was lying next to her, the fear hidden deep in her heart still stirred in the darkness.

They were trying to drag her back into the abyss.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets tightly.

Just as she was about to lose control and reach for the bedside lamp,

in the dark.

Chen Yuan's deep, mellow voice suddenly rang out smoothly.

Have you ever heard of a remote island deep in the Pacific Ocean?

There were no pleasantries, no probing.

He seemed to be talking to himself.

He spoke slowly, with a strange, comforting quality.

Shen Wanzhou's hand, which was gripping the bed sheet, paused.

She turned her head and, in the dim moonlight, looked at the man's strong profile.

They didn't say anything, but they pricked up their ears.

"The island's coordinates cannot be found on the map."

Chen Yuan crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the dim ceiling.

"There are no seasons on the island, only a thick fog that never dissipates."

"The surrounding seawater is so deep that even birds don't want to stay there."

"There is an abandoned lighthouse on the island, and a lighthouse keeper lives in the lighthouse."

Shen Wanzhou listened intently.

She seemed to see that isolated island shrouded in thick fog.

Just like the six months she locked herself in Cloud Top Manor.

Isolated from the world, even breathing carries a damp sense of loneliness.

"The tower keeper's daily task is to wipe that lamp that never lights up."

Chen Yuan's voice was like a warm stream of water.

It flowed through her battered and broken heart.

He thought he was going to spend his whole life in darkness.

"Until one day, a piece of driftwood drifted ashore."

"A lost seagull was perched on the driftwood."

At this point, Chen Yuan paused for a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, his deep gaze piercing through the darkness.

It landed on that delicate little face that was only half visible.

Shen Wanzhou's eyes sparkled.

She was staring intently at him, waiting for him to continue.

"And then?"

She finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of unconscious dependence.

"Later, the lighthouse keeper brought seagulls into the lighthouse."

Chen Yuan turned back to his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

He started a fire with wood and dried the seagulls.

"I even fed it all the remaining breadcrumbs."

"After the seagulls had eaten their fill, they settled down in the lighthouse."

"It flies twice over the tower keeper's head every day."

"Although the lighthouse still has no light."

"But the tower keeper felt that these dark days weren't so hard to endure after all."

The story is simple.

There is no dramatic plot or flowery language.

But Chen Yuan's steady and powerful voice is the best sleeping pill.

Every word felt like a gentle pat on Shen Wanzhou's tense back.

Her eyelids started to droop.

That fear of the darkness was unknowingly dispelled completely by that warm voice.

It's too hot under the covers.

She pulled the blanket down a little more, revealing her slender collarbone.

The heat source nearby was like a giant magnet.

He exuded an irresistible attraction for her.

Shen Wanzhou closed her eyes.

Uncontrollably, his body moved little by little toward Chen Yuan.

Move it only one inch at a time.

It's like a young animal searching for a stove in the snow.

Until her shoulder touched the firm muscles of Chen Yuan's arm.

She stopped what she was doing.

He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

She curled up into a ball, nestled against Chen Yuan's side, and fell into a deep sleep.

His breathing became long and even.

A faint breeze brushed against Chen Yuan's arm.

It brought on a slight, ticklish sensation.

in the dark.

Chen Yuan listened to the steady breathing of the girl beside him.

My body, which had been tense for half the night, finally relaxed completely.

He slowly pulled his arm out from under her thumb.

They moved very gently, afraid of waking the cat who had finally fallen asleep.

He turned to the side.

He looked at the figure curled up in a ball, almost pressed against his chest.

The girl's cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow from sleeping.

Both hands were still unconsciously gripping the belt of his bathrobe at his waist.

Chen Yuan felt the furry touch on his chest, carefully tightened his arms, and whispered in the darkness, "Goodnight, my Boss Shen."