Listening to Yao Wan's short yet heavy murmur, Xiao Yan's hand unconsciously pinched a lock of her black hair and gently twined it around his fingers.
"Mm—I can tell."
He breathed in the faint, refreshing fragrance on her body, the scent bringing a slight sense of relaxation to his mind. Yet the owner of that scent now inevitably revealed a trace of inescapable weariness, and the sight made Xiao Yan's heart ache all the more.
Before he knew it, Xiao Yan's hand had slowly climbed to the slender waist of the person beside him, a waist that could be grasped in one hand. He felt the fine texture of the fabric embroidered with golden vine patterns, as well as the faint warmth and softness that could still be sensed even through her clothes.
Only, Xiao Yan also knew very well that this was not a convenient time for them to cling to each other and enjoy a little tenderness. He merely tightened his arms around her slightly, letting his own body serve as a temporary harbor for the person in his arms.
After all, with a resilient and strong temperament like hers, even Xiao Yan had rarely seen her look so tired.
A somewhat helpless yet tender smile inevitably appeared at the corners of his mouth. His rough fingertips could not help gently rubbing her delicate cheek as he said with a hint of teasing, "Why are you only saying you're tired now?"
"Can't you say something nicer?"
Hearing that Xiao Yan was actually teasing her, Yao Wan's mouth twitched. For a moment, she was both angry and amused, and could not help lightly poking Xiao Yan's undefended waist, causing the body that had been holding her so steadily to tremble unconsciously.
Of course Yao Wan knew that Xiao Yan