A moment later, Gu Yelin, who had been deep in slumber, slowly opened his eyes.
His long lashes quivered slightly, his cold and piercing black eyes opened without a hint of sleepiness, filled entirely with lucidity.
Years of living on the edge had accustomed Gu Yelin to a high level of vigilance from a very young age, even at his own home, he slept lightly, and only by An Yiqing’s side could he really sleep well.
Opening his eyes, it took less than a second for Gu Yelin to become fully alert. He did not move his body, still holding An Yiqing without stirring, he lowered his gaze to look carefully at the person sleeping soundly in his arms.
At this moment, Gu Yelin had shed his usual depth and ferocity; his eyes were filled with nothing but tenderness and happiness. Looking at An Yiqing, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Gu Yelin tightened his arms around her gently, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and blood.
Perhaps it was the craziness of the previous night, An Yiqing had been tormented by Gu Yelin until three in the morning before she fell asleep, so even as Gu Yelin hugged her tightly, she showed no response.
Seeing the dark circles under An Yiqing’s lashes, Gu Yelin’s heart ached, angry at himself for losing control again last night.
"Inside the hibiscus tent, the warmth of spring caressed, from then on the emperor rises late to court." The previously cold-hearted Gu Yelin always scoffed at this line, but since having An Yiqing, he profoundly realized that he really didn’t want to leave An Yiqing’s side for a moment and wished to merge as one with her forever and ever.
The morning sunlight spilled onto the pristine white bed, filled with warmth. When the clock’s hour hand pointed towards "nine," An Yiqing’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
Her thick eyelashes were like two light butterflies, dancing by An Yiqing’s eyes, lively and enchanting. Slowly, a pair of clear and brilliantly charming eyes opened, and in an instant, they were full of sparkling light.
"Ugh... it hurts..." An Yiqing moved her body, murmuring drowsily, and without thinking, pinched Gu Yelin’s arm.
However, this minor attack had no effect on the iron-bodied Gu Yelin. Instead, An Yiqing’s soft hands felt like the paws of a little kitten, gently scratching Gu Yelin’s body, causing his heart to feel a tickle.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Yelin struggled to suppress the urge and desire in his heart.
"Tutu, come here, I won’t do anything," he extended his arm, his voice a bit hoarse, gently saying to An Yiqing.
"You won’t do anything?" An Yiqing’s face was full of wariness, and after repeatedly confirming, she returned to his embrace, grimacing only after Gu Yelin’s repeated assurances.
"Tutu, does it hurt?" Gu Yelin held An Yiqing tightly, finally feeling settled.
An Yiqing hummed lazily, expressing the discomfort of her body and the extreme dissatisfaction in her heart. She vividly remembered how the beastly man had tormented her crazily the night before.