"See if you've wet the wound. Well, you're pretty obedient."

Zhou Yanjing took another clean towel to wipe her hair. His movements were gentle and practiced. He ran his fingertips through her wet hair and pressed the towel lightly on the top of her head to absorb excess moisture.

Shen Liwu closed her eyes and let him fiddle with her, feeling the warmth from his fingertips coming through the towel, the warmth seeping into her scalp, bringing an indescribable sense of security.

Her breathing gradually calmed down and her body relaxed a lot, as if all the fatigue of the day was relieved by his tenderness.

"Are you tired?" Zhou Yanjing asked in a low voice, his hands still moving, wiping the towel down along the ends of her hair little by little.

"A little bit." She responded softly, with a hint of laziness in her voice, like a sleepy kitten.

Zhou Yanjing smiled, put the towel on her shoulders, and used the hair dryer to dry her hair. He held her face with both hands and gently stroked her cheeks. "Go lie on the bed for a while. I'll come to accompany you after I finish taking a shower."

Shen Liwu nodded, looked up at him, her eyes soft and dependent, "Then hurry up."

"Okay." He released her hand and gently pushed her back, motioning her to go and rest first. Shen Liwu walked into the bedroom and lay down on the soft bed. The fatigue in her body seemed to surge up all at once.

She pulled the quilt over herself and closed her eyes. Her eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. Her breathing gradually became long and deep, as if she could fall asleep at any time.

When Zhou Yanjing finished taking a shower and returned to the bedroom, Shen Liwu had already fallen asleep. He walked to the bed quietly and looked down at Shen Liwu's peaceful sleeping face.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light, her nostrils twitched slightly with her breathing, and there was still a faint blush on her cheeks, like a ripe peach, exuding a sweet scent.

He reached out and brushed away a few strands of messy hair from her forehead. His fingertips lingered on her smooth skin for a moment, his eyes full of tenderness. Then, he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down beside her, moving so slowly as if he was afraid of waking up a butterfly perched on a branch.

Shen Liwu seemed to feel the coldness beside him and leaned towards him unconsciously, rubbing his head lightly against his shoulder, and murmured softly, like a dream mumbling.

The corners of Zhou Yanjing's mouth rose unconsciously. He put his arms around her shoulders and gently held her in his arms.

Her body was soft and warm, exuding a light scent of shower gel mixed with her unique scent, which penetrated into his nostrils and made him feel extremely satisfied.

He placed his palms on her back, his fingertips gently caressing the fabric of her pajamas, feeling the slight rise and fall of her breathing beneath the fabric.

"Go to sleep, Wuwu." He whispered softly in her ear, his voice low and gentle, like ripples on the lake caused by the night breeze.

Shen Liwu seemed to have heard his words, her brows relaxed a little, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She snuggled into his arms, like a small boat that had found a safe harbor, quietly moored in his arms.

Zhou Yanjing closed his eyes, listened to her even breathing, and felt peaceful in his heart. He suddenly felt that no matter how much trouble and fatigue he had experienced during the day, it would all be worth it as long as he could hold her like this at night.

…

The next day, Bai Jingnan rushed to Zhou Yanjing in a hurry and said, "Brother Jing, it's an emergency. You asked me to supervise Chen Yichu, but I didn't expect that he really has problems. Our people found that he was in contact with people from abroad. Xicheng also found people from abroad. The number is unknown."

Zhou Yanjing's eyes suddenly turned cold, his brows furrowed, and the gentleness on his face was instantly replaced by fierceness.