The space was very silent. Their eyes met; his gaze was fervent, as if he wanted to consume her, while her moist eyes were filled with confusion. He lowered his head, continuing to kiss her tenderly, "Answer me, Jiayin, say you are willing to be my woman, hmm?" Every word was a bewitching tune, almost numbing her nerves. Gu Jiayin bit her lower lip and turned her face away. She didn’t know, she was just confused, she truly didn’t know if she should entrust the next half of her life journey to this man. Yet, she really couldn’t deny that she was infatuated with his kindness. Her chin was gently turned back, and her eyes once more met his profound, ink-dark gaze. He asked, "What are you worried about, hmm? Can I not resolve all your concerns?" In this world, there was nothing he couldn’t resolve; he faced everything with this cool arrogance and wild charisma. She was his only helplessness. Gu Jiayin still stared silently at the man, and after a long pause, she said, "Sheng Qianchi, give me some time, okay?" Sheng Qianchi frowned, "What?" "Let me think it over carefully." Sheng Qianchi quietly watched her for a moment and uttered a single word, "Okay." Eventually, Sheng Qianchi stayed on in Boya City, insisting on sleeping in her bed. Gu Jiayin, considering that he was weak, didn’t have the heart to make him sleep on the floor, so she went to the guest room herself. But Sheng Qianchi followed her to the guest room with the excuse that his body was so frail that if he passed out or fell during the night, what would happen without anyone to care for him? Gu Jiayin was helpless and had to accompany him back to the master bedroom but was reluctant to share a bed with him, feeling it too inappropriate. She chose to sleep on the floor. However, just as she set up her bedding, Sheng Qianchi immediately crawled under the blanket and, with exaggerated flair, said, "Letting my woman sleep on the floor is unmanly, so I will sleep on the floor instead." Gu Jiayin helplessly watched the man lying on the ground, finally annoyed, she threw out an ultimatum, "Both sleep on the bed!" Having said that, she got onto the bed first, lifted the blanket and got inside. The man on the floor smirked mischievously, got up and onto the bed, pulled her into his embrace under the covers, and let out a satisfied sigh, "Isn’t this better, keeping each other warm?" Hmph! It’s summer, who needs warmth. She turned away, casting him a cold glance, "Use your own blanket." Surprisingly, Sheng Qianchi didn’t cling shamelessly but got up to fetch the blanket from the floor, only to accidentally spill the water cup by the table corner, wetting the blanket. He looked at her innocently, "The blanket’s unusable now." He clearly did it on purpose, ruining blankets , no matter how many were brought in, he always had a reason to share one with her. But, she just found it awkward, even knowing he wouldn’t force any substantial relations, she was still filled with discomfort at being taken advantage of. Thus, she threw all the blankets to him, "You can have them all; I won’t use any." This time, Sheng Qianchi behaved himself, took the blankets and lay down, casually asked, "Really not using any?" Gu Jiayin lay with her back to him, ignoring him, and turned off the room’s light. The room was dim, moonlight like water. Sleepiness enveloped her, and she fell asleep, at ease with the man beside her, at least in terms of intimacy, he wouldn’t go against her will. Therefore, she slept soundly, deeply. In the deep quiet of the night. The man extended his hand to pull her into the blanket, encircling her in his embrace, his lips curving into a smile. They fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. The next morning, waking up in his broad embrace. Gu Jiayin wasn’t too surprised or upset about this outcome. Because she had already anticipated it would be . This man, though not overstepping boundaries, was never a gentleman. She was no longer a bashful young girl, feeling shy over such things, sleeping in the same blanket was just that, with nothing substantive lost. So, she naturally pushed away the arm draped over her waist, got up, washed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Even though Sheng Qianchi was always robust, drawing so much blood once did leave him weak. When Gu Jiayin got up, he wanted to follow, but ultimately couldn’t resist sleepiness and fell back asleep. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel•fire.net Yet without her in his arms, he felt incredibly empty, hence he hugged her pillow. In this large house, it was just him and her, but he felt the space was completely filled, including his heart. This sleep was extraordinarily restful. When he woke up, sunlight was pouring through the windows unabated, enveloping the room in warm, golden light. No sign of Gu Jiayin. The clock on the wall showed ten o’clock. He quickly got up, forgot to wash, and rushed out of the bedroom, searching the living room, kitchen, study, but still didn’t find Gu Jiayin. The tall man stood in the expansive living room, his face clouded with gloom. How indifferent could this woman be to him, didn’t she know to stay by his side at all times to care for him? With both hands in his sleepwear pockets, he took a deep breath, turned back to the bedroom, picked up his phone to question her, and saw the message she sent him. [The breakfast is kept warm in the pot, I’ve gone to work, will be back at noon.] His pent-up frustration finally eased; he looked at the words on the phone screen, his eyes and brows tinged with amusement, having a woman was truly wonderful, and if she became his wife, even better. He went to the kitchen again, opened the lid of the warming pot, and was immediately greeted by the fragrance of liver and spinach congee. He couldn’t help but break into a full smile. Filled a bowl to the brim, sat down to eat slowly. She really did care for him, the dishes she cooked last night were all nourishing, and the porridge this morning was also for blood nourishment. He used to dislike eating liver, but since she made it, he loved it immensely. Last night’s stir-fried liver and celery dish was cleaned off the plate, and this morning’s liver spinach porridge, he finished nearly half the pot. His appetite was three times what it used to be. After finishing breakfast, he was still wiping his mouth and yet felt not quite satisfied. After breakfast, he called Mo Jun, ordering him to bring all the work that needed handling to Boya City. This house, when setting it up, he thought it through comprehensively; it was very spacious, had two studies, and even a wine storage room. When Mo Jun brought his laptop and all documents to Boya City, he went into his study to handle work. He checked his phone countless times in the morning, hoping time would hurry to noon, with Mo Jun accompanying him throughout. When the clock struck twelve noon, he heard the sound of the door opening, his lips immediately curving into a happy arc, and he got up to welcome her. Gu Jiayin, carrying freshly bought vegetables in one hand, changed her shoes and casually asked, "How did you feel this morning?" Sheng Qianchi approached, took her hand, placed it on his chest, deliberately frowned his handsome brows, and said in a low voice, "It hurts here." "Ah?" Gu Jiayin suddenly looked up, carefully observing his complexion, an unhidden look of concern on her face.