CHAPTER 9: INCENSE IN THE TENT
Regarding her decision, Yue Zhiheng was indifferent. "Whatever." He truly didn't care whether Zhan Yunwei slept on the floor or the roof, on the bed or beneath it—as long as she remained within the perimeter of his watchful eye, the arrangement meant nothing to him. Yue Zhiheng emerged from the inner room and moved closer to the bed, his movements unhurried, carrying the particular economy of someone for whom unnecessary motion was a waste of energy. Zhan Yunwei, who had been sitting outside waiting for him to finish bathing, found herself pushed further from the bed by his very presence—not physically, but by the gravity of his composure, which made the space around him feel like territory already claimed. Zhan Yunwei discovered, with the uncomfortable clarity that only experience could teach, that some things were considerably easier said than done. For example, she could not simply walk over to the bed with a normal expression and climb in as though this were any other...
