Mu Yanluo had just finished bathing, her skin an indescribable translucence, soft and smooth.

Nestled quietly in Jiang Feng's arms, her slightly pale complexion finally eased.

Suddenly, Mu Yanluo realized she was naked, leaning against Jiang Feng's chest, and let out a small scream, about to pull away when Jiang Feng immediately covered her mouth.

"Don't make a sound, your parents are asleep; don't wake them up."

Mu Yanluo blinked her beautiful eyes, nodded, and only then did Jiang Feng let go.

"Was it you on the roof just now?"

Mu Yanluo's cheeks flushed crimson. Was it actually Jiang Feng who went up the eaves to secretly watch her bathe?

"No, I went up to catch a thief for you. Just now someone from the village climbed up wanting to peek at you. I scared him away," Jiang Feng said calmly.

"Someone from the village?"

Mu Yanluo was slightly shocked, not expecting someone from the village to try to peek at her, too outrageous.

But she still didn't quite understand why Jiang Feng wasn't lying in bed, instead running to the roof to catch a thief?

When did he get out?

Yet Mu Yanluo cleverly didn't ask and instead took a deep breath and asked, "Did he fall? Is it serious?"

"He's fine, still able to run, consider it a lesson for him," Jiang Feng said lightly.

"Uh..."

Mu Yanluo blushed, her two small hands hesitantly covering her chest, her long, slender, white legs gently clasped together, doing her utmost to hide her shy spots, no longer daring to make a sound.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng quickly woke up: "You should get dressed, I'm going in."

With that, Jiang Feng turned around and left on his own.

In the darkness, Mu Yanluo's charming eyes, with a hidden charm, deeply gazed at Jiang Feng's silhouette, an inexplicable slight smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Her cheeks flushed, no one knew what she was thinking at this moment...

...

It wasn't long after Jiang Feng returned to the room that Mu Yanluo came in.

Her damp hair draped over her shoulders, she was still wearing that floral jacket, long pants, her tender and pink feet stepping into a pair of slippers.

Whether it was Jiang Feng's misconception or not, he felt she might not be wearing underwear, the front of her jacket bulging and threatening to split, while her plump, slender legs were tightly wrapped by the pants, showing off an alluring tightness.

Seeing Jiang Feng still awake, Mu Yanluo's cheeks grew even redder, her imagined idea of having Jiang Feng sleep first and then coming in, no longer realistic.

Just as she was bashfully unsure of how to get into bed, Jiang Feng proactively jumped down from the bed and sat on a nearby stool: "You go and sleep, I'll just sit here for the night."

Mu Yanluo was instantly taken aback, the shyness on her face suddenly faded quite a bit: "You...?"

"It's nothing, I'm not tired anyway."

Jiang Feng had already thought clearly, even though sharing a room with Mu Yanluo was unavoidable, he didn't want to do anything that would betray Nangong Qingcheng.

Let Mu Yanluo sleep on the bed, he'd sit the whole night; whether it was compromising or not compromising, it wasn't compromising.

Seeing Jiang Feng's sincere expression, Mu Yanluo realized he wasn't joking.

Though, deep down, she indeed wasn't ready to give herself to Jiang Feng tonight, she had been anxious and bashfully thinking about some messy things earlier.

Even without doing that kind of thing, she still had many secret imaginations, assuming Jiang Feng surely wouldn't let her have a "proper" sleep tonight.

Who would have thought Jiang Feng would stick to the principle like this?

"Jiang Feng, you really don't have to, since you're already at my house, I've mentally prepared for a lot of things, and—"

She lightly bit her tender red lips: "Sitting all night is uncomfortable, your waist will ache."

"I'm used to it, just listen to me, go up and sleep."

Jiang Feng, stubbornly set on his views, insisted on not going to the bed.

Mu Yanluo suddenly felt desolate and disappointed, did he really need to be so unperturbed? It caught her off guard.

Mu Yanluo's heart began to feel empty too.

She stepped forward, motivated by some thought, gently grasped Jiang Feng's arm: "Jiang Feng, you should go up, even if you... don't touch me, we can sleep separately, but at least you should sleep on the bed..."

"No." Jiang Feng refused repeatedly.

Mu Yanluo was utterly out of options.

It seemed however, she couldn't sway Jiang Feng's decision.

Consider her earlier shy, reserved demeanor; turns out Jiang Feng hadn't planned on sharing the bed with her at all!

Her heart was once again filled with bitterness and grievance, and Mu Yanluo reluctantly got into bed alone, hugging her own tender feet, feeling somewhat lowly and ridiculous.

"I'll turn off the light, rest early, we have things to do tomorrow."

After speaking, Jiang Feng got up to turn off the light, and the small room was plunged into darkness.

Mu Yanluo felt even more wronged, the feeling of self-inflicted sentiment was about to drive her mad!

Fuming, she forcefully removed the jacket and pants and placed them by the bed, then grabbed the mandarin duck quilt and lay inside, intentionally turning away to express her dissatisfaction with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng watched her series of actions, unable to help but sigh inwardly.

Actually, how could he not know Mu Yanluo's thoughts?

Unfortunately, as always, he couldn't betray Nangong Qingcheng too much.

Some things experienced are unavoidable, but when it's possible to stick to principles, he must stay true.

This night was surely destined to be filled with awkwardness and unease.

Fortunately, after this whole day, Mu Yanluo truly exhausted herself, annoyed as she was, she quickly fell asleep.

And Jiang Feng truly did as he said, sitting on the stool for the entire night.

...

At dawn the next day, Jiang Feng woke only after Mu Shuisheng and Ruan Xiuning had gone out.

He remembered Ruan Xiuning mentioning buying meat, the two planned to make dumplings for lunch.

He glanced towards Mu Yanluo on the bed, noticing she had awakened too, quietly watching him.

After a night of restful sleep, Mu Yanluo's little emotional moment from last night had vanished.

Now she only felt tenderness, for Jiang Feng who said and did, a genuine and upright person.

"It's not early anymore, get up,"

Jiang Feng stood, stretched lazily and said.

"Uh..."

Mu Yanluo blushed and replied, yet her hands still clutched the quilt corners, staying in place.

"Why aren't you getting up?"

"Jiang Feng, I remembered something, last night my underwear... was washed, hanging outside. I meant to get up early to fetch it, but accidentally overslept, could you... help me fetch it?"

Mu Yanluo appeared somewhat embarrassed, shyly saying.