Meng Qinghuai didn’t believe for a second that Guan Yingtang had come over in the middle of the night to experience a honeymoon, but the wind on the island was indeed strong at the moment.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.”
“…”
For some reason, this made Meng Qinghuai laugh.
After a few seconds of eye contact, he didn’t say anything, but silently stepped aside.
Guan Yingtang pressed her lips together and, wearing soft leather slippers, stepped successfully onto the carpet in Meng Qinghuai’s room.
She entered, her eyes darting around, wanting to first locate Meng Qinghuai’s phone.
But even after crawling slowly onto the bed, she didn’t spot it anywhere.
Pretending to settle under the covers, she waited a few seconds, then lifted her body to sneak another look—
Only then did she realize that Meng Qinghuai was holding his phone.
He was standing not far from the bed, drinking water and occasionally glancing at his phone.
Guan Yingtang could only bide her time and quietly lie down.
Soon, she heard the soft clink of the glass being set on the table, and then the room fell into darkness.
He had turned off the lights.
Guan Yingtang unconsciously gripped the edge of the blanket and listened intently.
The man’s footsteps drew closer, clearly approaching the bed, but just as the sound reached the bedside, it stopped.
It was as if he was just standing there.
Why wasn’t he getting into bed?
What was he doing standing there?
Was he watching her, maybe even sneering: Pretending, aren’t you? Didn’t you come for the phone? Why not just turn around and ask?
Guan Yingtang felt a chill run down her back. Just as she was lost in wild thoughts, something was tossed onto the bed.
It seemed… like clothes?
Guan Yingtang instinctively turned over. If she hadn’t turned, it wouldn’t have mattered, but as soon as she did—
The lights were completely out, the night as dark as ink, with only a sliver of moonlight from the island casting a faint glow.
She could just make out the outline of Meng Qinghuai’s upper body.
So he was changing into pajamas.
What he’d casually thrown on the bed was the bathrobe he’d worn after his shower.
To be precise, what Guan Yingtang saw was his back.
Lean and powerful, the lines distinct,
The dim light cast a filter over him, and with the outer layer of clothing gone, he exuded a dangerous kind of sex appeal.
By all rights, someone like Guan Yingtang— the Number One Heiress of Hong Kong Island— would never do something as improper as peeking at a man changing clothes.
But—
Guan Yingtang was not a proper lady.
And the man in front of her was her husband.
So, with a clear conscience, Guan Yingtang took in this midnight forbidden scene.
Even though she couldn’t see clearly, sometimes the less you see, the more you imagine.
It wasn’t until Meng Qinghuai finished changing, got into bed, and the sound of his body brushing against the sheets was heard that she naturally closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Vaguely, she sensed Meng Qinghuai turning on his phone for a moment, a faint light flashing before her eyes for a few seconds, before darkness returned.
The two of them stayed on their own sides, peacefully entering sleep mode.
Of course, Guan Yingtang wasn’t about to let herself fall asleep. She stayed alert, monitoring the man beside her for any movement.
In the silence of the night, every tiny sound became especially clear.
Outside, the waves crashed against the rocks, and occasionally, a birdcall flitted past.
Guan Yingtang stayed in the same position for a long time without moving.
She didn’t know how much time had passed— maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour? Anyway, her limbs started to ache, and that’s when she opened her eyes.
All was quiet around her. The man next to her was breathing steadily and regularly, probably in a deep sleep.
Guan Yingtang didn’t move her body. She pressed her hand to the sheet and felt along the gap between their pillows.
No sign of the phone.
Meng Qinghuai had checked his phone before sleeping, so if it wasn’t on her side, it had to be on his.
Guan Yingtang took a deep breath, gently lifted the covers.
She got out of bed, making as little noise as possible.
She didn’t even put on her shoes or turn on the lights, tiptoeing barefoot across the soft carpet to Meng Qinghuai’s side of the bed.
Kneeling on the carpet by the bed, Guan Yingtang was so nervous that her heart was pounding.
After making sure that Meng Qinghuai on the bed hadn’t stirred, she slowly reached out her hand.
The room was too dark. Guan Yingtang first searched around his pillow but found nothing, then along the outside of the blanket from top to bottom— still nothing.
Could the phone be under the covers?
Guan Yingtang looked at Meng Qinghuai again.
He was still lying flat, and from his breathing, seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Things weren’t going as smoothly as she’d hoped, but she was already halfway there, so she could only grit her teeth and keep going.
Guan Yingtang steadied herself and very lightly slipped her hand under the covers.
She fumbled around by feel, but to her dismay, the first thing she touched was Meng Qinghuai’s body.
She wasn’t sure what part— maybe his waist or abdomen? It was firm and warm.
Guan Yingtang was so startled she instantly pulled her hand back, holding her breath and staying perfectly still, waiting several seconds to make sure he hadn’t woken before letting out a sigh of relief.
But as soon as she relaxed, her fingertips started to burn.
How embarrassing. She, the dignified young lady of the Guan family, the Number One Heiress of Hong Kong Island, now not only peeped at her husband changing clothes in the middle of the night, but had even resorted to secretly touching him.
Although, his body did feel rather nice— but she really hadn’t meant to.
Guan Yingtang silently repented for three seconds, then once again extended her guilty hand.
This time, she was even more careful, advancing by centimeters, but still found nothing.
Guan Yingtang frowned, kneeling one leg on the bed and leaning forward, trying to search above the pillow again.
In this position, she was very close to Meng Qinghuai.
So close, she could feel his breath on her skin.
She lowered her gaze.
The island moonlight was as hazy as gauze.
Beneath the man’s tightly closed eyelids was an exceptionally fine, calm face.
Even asleep, he had an icy, untouchable air.
Guan Yingtang stared at him in the dim light for a long time, only snapping back to reality when she remembered her mission.
Propping herself up beside his head with one hand, she carefully searched for his phone with the other.
She didn’t even notice—
With every breath she took, a faint warmth brushed across the man’s face below her.
And that calm body, too, rose and fell almost imperceptibly.
Still nothing on the pillow. Guan Yingtang was getting a little frustrated. Where on earth had he put the phone?
He’d clearly been using it before bed.
The words “using it” flashed in her mind, and suddenly Guan Yingtang thought, could he be holding it in his hand?
Sometimes, when she used her phone before bed, she’d fall asleep with it still in her hand.
With this new idea, Guan Yingtang shifted back a bit and turned her head, vaguely seeing that Meng Qinghuai’s hand was resting on his chest.
She reached toward the approximate spot and successfully touched the back of his hand.
Her fingertips paused on his skin, and Guan Yingtang recalled the moment when he reached out to her as they got off the helicopter earlier that night.
Long fingers, well-defined joints— a pair of hands accustomed to a life of ease, yet the faint veins on the back showed a certain restrained strength.
When he held her hand, the warmth of his palm was filled with a sense of security.
Guan Yingtang swallowed, her fingertips trembling a bit before she gently touched him.
Bit by bit, not daring to go too far, she skimmed over his hand, fully focused on her search—
Suddenly, that hand, which had been completely still, grabbed her.
Guan Yingtang jumped in fright, her body pulled forward by inertia, landing right on top of Meng Qinghuai.
Before she could even move away, the next second, she was flipped onto her back, her chaotic hands pinned above her head.
In the darkness, a heavy figure loomed over her—
“Not planning to sleep, are you?”
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