Shen Yuan pinched her cheek, leaving two white marks on her smooth skin. Aisha woke up groggily, and their eyes met. Embarrassed, she burrowed into Shen Yuan's arms again.
"Still don't want to wake up? The sun's already shining on your back."
Shen Yuan wrapped his other hand around her waist under the blanket.
This little girl really was fragile. Last night he didn't even dare to exert too much force. Even when he quickened his pace slightly, her expression turned pained.
But this sort of thing requires adaptation; gradually, she became more comfortable later on.
"It's fine. If you want to keep sleeping, I'll sleep a bit with you."
Shen Yuan said softly, "Sleep, sleep, my adorable little Aisha, my cute little girl… Oh, wait—that's not right. Can't call you a girl now; you've lost your innocence. I should call you a woman now."
Aisha raised her tearful eyes in grievance, "I'm not a woman; I'm still a girl."
