Ye Shiqing gave Qiao Qiao a deep look and then dragged her onto the bed.
He rested his head on her shoulder, kissed her face, and then attempted to move in on her lips.
Qiao Qiao, frightened, hurriedly hid in Ye Shiqing's arms, eliciting a hearty yet hushed laugh from Shiqing.
At first, Qiao Qiao was really worried that Ye Shiqing would make a move on her because she could feel the tension in his body. But as time went by, she could no longer resist the onslaught of sleepiness and quickly dozed off.
Ye Shiqing looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his embrace and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just now, she was terrified to death, but now she's sleeping peacefully in his arms—isn't she afraid that he'll lose control?
How much he wanted her, his body couldn't lie, yet he couldn't bear to see her upset, so he restrained himself.
He used to think he had decent self-control, but now, in front of Qiao Qiao, he realized how wrong he had been.
