Every New Year’s Eve requires staying up late, but truly staying up all night isn’t very feasible. After midnight, the sound of firecrackers in the Capital City gradually subsided, and the Princess Residence also fell into a quiet silence.
After washing up, Gu Jiao came out of the bathhouse, and Xiao Hen was still awake, sitting on the bed reading a book.
When the Princess Residence was initially built, they dug heating channels under the floors of the main courtyards, connected to an outside entrance. During winter, they only needed to burn firewood at the entrance to let the heat travel through the channels into the rooms.
It’s commonly known as underfloor heating.
The room was very warm. Xiao Hen leaned against the headboard with one leg lazily stretched out and the other casually bent at the knee.
He was only wearing a thin white nightgown. Its collar was unadjusted, casually open, revealing his exquisite collarbone, and above it, a seductive Adam’s apple.
Even the Adam’s apple looks so nice.
He was engrossed in his book, exuding an aura of abstinent appeal.
Gu Jiao’s eyes were glued.
Xiao Hen turned a page as if unaware of her presence, continuing to pose.
Unknowingly, Gu Jiao almost drooled—his presence always breathtaking, what a temptation!
Wait.
There’s a baby in the room.
Gu Jiao quickly glanced at the cradle beside her.
Huh?
It’s empty.
"Where’s the baby?" she asked Xiao Hen, perplexed.
"Oh, you’re done." Xiao Hen seemed to just notice her arrival, elegantly closing his book. His fingers, long and jade-like, resting on the book pages, made the fine paper seem like mere scraps.
Gu Jiao swallowed.
Xiao Hen slightly tilted his head, perfect angle, looking at her affectionately, unfazed as he said, "Jingkong wanted to sleep with the little nephew and niece, so I took the baby over. There’s a nanny on night duty, don’t worry."
His voice was so melodious, it tickled her ears like a gentle caress, making them feel pregnant.
Gu Jiao climbed onto the bed, supporting herself with one knee, leaning towards him, and with a flick, took his book away.
Xiao Hen looked at her helplessly, chuckling as he knowingly asked, "What is it?"
Gu Jiao earnestly said, "I want to eat you."
Xiao Hen’s lips curled slightly as he suppressed a laugh, calmly looking at her, "In the carriage, didn’t you say you were tired?"

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