Chapter 41 The Joys of "Nest Building" (1/3)

Ruan Tang slept exceptionally soundly that night.

In the throes of consciousness, she heard the sound of waves, both distant and near.

The sound rhythmically pattered on the beach, gently lapping against her heart.

She was completely enveloped in a firm and warm embrace, with no air at all.

The air around her nose was filled with his clean, refreshing scent that gave her immense peace of mind.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, she felt something gently brushing against the tip of her nose, like a feather.

Ruan Tang wrinkled her small nose in dissatisfaction and let out a soft hum from deep in her throat.

She instinctively shrank closer to the heat source beside her, trying to escape the annoying disturbance.

The next second, a deep, pleasant chuckle reverberated in her chest above her head.

"Baby, if you keep sleeping you'll turn into a little pig."

The familiar voice, with a lazy, husky tone, was filled with an overwhelming sense of doting affection.

Ruan Tang's long eyelashes trembled, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is the man's well-defined jawline and the sexy protrusion at the top of his Adam's apple.

She raised her hand and lightly slapped away the large hand that was messing with the tip of her nose. She rubbed her face against his firm chest, found a more comfortable position, and prepared to take another nap.

Yan Yu lowered his head and gently pecked at those pink lips.

"Um……"

Ruan Tang responded groggily, her voice as soft as melting cotton candy, revealing a complete dependence.

Yan Yu's heart fluttered at her charming and innocent appearance.

He reached out his large, well-defined hand and gently smoothed her soft, black hair.

"Tangtang, shall we decorate the house a bit?"

Home?

These two words struck Ruan Tang like a faint electric current.

That lingering drowsiness vanished in an instant.

She suddenly looked up with her newly awakened face, her bright, watery almond-shaped eyes staring at him intently, filled with the joyful exclamation of "Yes, yes!"

Yan Yu's heart trembled as he watched.

How can she be so cute?

Yan Yu sat up, stretched out his long arm, and naturally pulled her back into his arms, letting her sit steadily on his lap.

He gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice carrying a satisfied sigh.

"I'll take you to see some furniture."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Tang felt a sudden flash of light in front of her.

One second you're in your bedroom, the next you're on a neat, uniform street of shipping containers.

Yan Yu put the person in his arms on the ground, took her hand, and walked to the door of the nearest container.

"Squeak—"

The heavy chest door was pulled open, and a pleasant, dry wood scent wafted out.