Pei Huaiyu’s throat tightened. He set the roasted chicken on the low table and removed his outer robe, draping it gently over her. As his fingertips brushed her cold skin, the sleeping woman let out a soft, restless murmur and nuzzled into his palm. This unconscious intimacy made his breath hitch.
"Awake?" he asked, his voice softening to a whisper as he knelt and pulled her into his arms.
Ruan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, dazed. The aroma of the roasted chicken had stirred her appetite, sparking a fierce inner conflict between sleep and hunger, which her stomach had decisively won.
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