I also need to stay with him.
What does she mean by that?
Shen Zhiyi chuckled and said, "Your voice is so beautiful, you'll definitely be able to read stories with great expression."
Who knows, he might even move himself to tears.
Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?
She was afraid he would refuse.
He added, "Am I not your benefactor in a way?"
She counted on her fingers: "I rescued you from the beach, gave you food and shelter, helped you heal your wounds, and kept you company."
"Even if you don't thank me, you wouldn't refuse to read me a few stories, would you?"
Shen Zhiyi lowered her hand and looked at him intently.
Her peach blossom eyes, glistening with moisture, flickered in the candlelight.
It shines brightly and is breathtaking.
Qingyuan felt a sudden tingling or itching sensation in his chest.
She even grabbed his forearm, which was resting on the edge of the bathtub, shook it, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Please..."
That tingling sensation suddenly crept from her heart to the skin she had touched.
As if burned, Qingyuan abruptly withdrew his hand.
Even a little water splashed up.
"I understand." He lowered his eyes, turned away, and quickly turned to a page of the storybook.
Shen Zhiyi chuckled to herself.
Qingyuan began reading a storybook.
His deep, magnetic voice flowed gently through the room, like a clear spring flowing over jade, creating a smooth and pleasant slow echo.
Every sound touched my heart.
In this quiet room, it was like a lullaby, gradually stirring Shen Zhiyi's drowsiness.
At first, she forced herself to stare at his face.
Tell yourself that.
I can't sleep.
She had to wait to receive his pearl.
But gradually, as I grew sleepier, my head began to bob in the air like a chick pecking at rice.
Finally exhausted, it plummeted forward.
A slightly cool hand gently cradled her cheek.
Qingyuan stopped reciting.
He turned his gaze to the girl whose head was tilted and resting in his palm.
She was feeling sleepy, but subconsciously rubbed against his palm.
Time seemed to stand still.
Qingyuan held her up like that.
Looking at her unguarded sleeping face, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face, and the fuzz around her cheeks was clearly visible in the firelight.
He raised his fingertips, brushed aside a stray strand of hair from her cheek, and tucked it behind her ear.
A strange tide washed over his defenses.
Qingyuan twitched his brow.
The candle burned out.
The moonlight streamed into the room.
The fish tail disappeared, revealing long, slender legs.
He stood up from the water, stepped out, and the water droplets dried instantly.
He bent down, picked up the girl, and walked towards the bed.
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