Before Ning Rongrong could react, Ye Xuan reached out, pulled her close, and held her tightly in his arms.
"Rongrong, sneaking onto my bed in the middle of the night—what mischief are you trying to get up to?" Ye Xuan's voice was low and magnetic, carrying a hint of teasing.
Ning Rongrong jumped in fright, her cheeks instantly turning as red as ripe apples. She tried to struggle to her feet, but Ye Xuan held her firmly in place.
She lowered her head, not daring to meet Ye Xuan's eyes. Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "I... I just couldn't sleep, so I came over to see you."
"Oh? To see me, you had to climb onto my bed and start touching me?" Ye Xuan chuckled, his fingers lightly brushing across her back with a gentle, practiced touch.
He had "practiced" this technique on Hu Liena and Xiao Wu. When dealing with girls, it worked every time.
Ning Rongrong shuddered all over, and her body instantly went limp as her cheeks grew even hotter.
She could feel the warmth of Ye Xuan's fingertips, and the shyness in her heart was gradually replaced by a strange, unfamiliar emotion.
She stopped struggling. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Ye Xuan's neck and buried her little face against his chest.
"Brother Ye Xuan, I like you." Ning Rongrong's voice carried a trace of sobbing, as well as a hint of determination.
"I want to stay by your side forever and be your woman."
Warmth filled Ye Xuan's heart. Looking down at the shy girl in his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Ning Rongrong's lively and adorable nature had always pleased him.
He gently stroked her long hair.
Very soon.
He lowered his head and kissed Ning Rongrong's lips.