Leng Yaozhu Cuddled in Lin An's Arms and Acted Cute: "I'll Get Sick If You Don't Hug Me."

"Look at those dark circles under your eyes."

Lin An lowered his head to look at the bluish-gray shadows beneath Leng Yaozhu's eyes, frowning slightly.

"Stayed up late again?"

Leng Yaozhu said nothing.

She buried her face deeper into Lin An's chest.

The crisp, cool fragrance on the young man's body filled her nose.

It felt as though something had clenched her heart fiercely, and then it began pounding uncontrollably.

Thump, thump, thump—

It beat until even the tips of her ears burned, until her entire body stiffened.

She couldn't exactly tell him that she had peeped at him through the Phoenix Plume all night again.

Watching him sleep, watching him turn over, watching that little dragon Gu Yue burrow into his arms.

Every image had branded itself onto her heart like a searing iron.

It had kept her tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep, leaving the dark circles beneath her eyes two shades worse that morning.

But right now, she felt that staying awake all night had been worth it.

The young man's hand rested on the back of her head, his fingertips threading through her red hair as he gently stroked it again and again.

His touch was light, like he was soothing an angry, bristling cat, yet it made her whole body go limp.

She wanted to go a step further. She wanted to raise her head and kiss those pale pink lips of his.

They were so close, their breaths entwined, separated by barely an inch.

But in the end, she did not dare.

Leng Yaozhu gave a bitter laugh in her heart.

She had lived for over a hundred years. She was the dignified Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, the vice master of the Spirit Pagoda, yet before a teenage boy, she did not even