The man had carefully left the beautiful flower in the teacup, its petals spreading out freely.
The words Yu Lan had been about to say caught in her throat.
'Shen Zueran was this exhausted because he was trying to help me. How could I have the heart to wake him up and kick him out?'
'I'll just let him nap here for a little while.'
With that thought, Yu Lan considerately picked up her favorite little plush blanket, which was folded on the sofa, and gently draped it over the tall, handsome man.
The female's sweet, fresh scent enveloped him completely.
It was as if he were being held in a passionate embrace by the beautiful female.
Shen Zueran, who was only pretending to be asleep, felt his eyelashes tremble unnaturally. Beneath the blanket, his large hand clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of it bulging.
'I love this. I love this so much.'
On the other side of the sofa, Su Xingye and Huo Zhanting watched the scene, their eyes turning red with jealousy.
