And Shuyin slept on, undisturbed, peaceful.
Lu Yuze slid into the bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He pulled the covers over himself and then, carefully, drew Shuyin close. She came willingly even in sleep, her body recognizing his presence, curling naturally into his side. Her head found his shoulder, one of her hands coming to rest against his chest.
He wrapped his arm around her, holding her securely, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good night, wifie," he whispered against her hair, the words barely audible even in the quiet room.
She made a small sound, not quite a word, just a soft exhalation that might have been contentment.
