The sky had darkened by then.
It was pitch-black outside with not a star in sight, save for a moon, which was gradually getting obscured by the gloomy clouds.
Only a bed lamp was lit.
He walked over to the bedside and gazed at the sleeping figure.
Someone had apparently smoothed out the blanket.
It must be the work of Youyou.
The considerate lad always hid his affections to himself.
This lucky, little woman would definitely be moved to tears should she know that her son had silently contributed so much for her.
Alas, he did not wish for her to know about it. This affection had always been kept from her awareness as the boy silently guarded her.
The man climbed into bed and took her in his arms.
In order not to wake her up, he moved with extra caution and rested her head on his arm gently; his fingers then brushed against her cheek.
His gaze fell on her face.
The person in his embrace was currently in a quiet, deep sleep. From her gentle and tranquil sleeping appearance, this time seemed to be warm and peaceful.
Her beauty became increasingly prominent in this quietness.
This prominence was not uncomfortably dazzling; rather, it was meek and quiet. He caught an incidental glimpse of the hidden charm beneath her beauty, and it took his breath away!
Afraid that his pulsating heartbeats would startle her awake, it uncontrollably calmed down right then.
An emotion arose spontaneously from within him, and he proceeded to hug her gently in his arms.
He wanted to present and dedicate the world's finest treasures to her!
Still, he could not help but find it a paradox that the world's finest treasure was quietly sleeping right before him.
Presumably, there was nothing more precious than her to him!
Youyou's voice suddenly rang in his ears—
'Mommy is the world's finest treasure and the best gift God has given me! For her, I'll even go against the world to protect her safety! If you love her, please treat her with love and care, lest she becomes homeless with no one to rely on!'
"Alright," the man helplessly promised, "I'll treat you with love and care."
He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear gently. "Shall I woo you, Shishi?"
His inquiry was gentle and soft.
Of course, the sleeping woman could not respond to him in any way.
A wry smile appeared on his face as he turned off the light and hugged her again.
Just like this, he drifted off to dreamland.
It was already bright outside by the time Yun Shishi woke up the next morning.
However, because of the thick curtains, the room was dimly lit.
She felt pleasantly surprised and exceptionally touched when she opened her eyes to Mu Yazhe's peacefully sleeping face.
He must have slept late into the night.
The heavy weight of his palms, which quietly lay on her waist as his arms encircled her shoulders, easily allowed her to feel the warmth coming from them.
Nothing is more blissful than waking up beside you.
It feels so good to be opening my eyes to him in the morning!
Because of the man, she began her day in a joyous mood.