Cici entered the room barefoot, following Charles Yin.
When the door closed, Cici finally snapped back to reality. "You... you're going to rest here?"
Charles Yin put on a surprised look. "How am I supposed to go back like this? I only got this way to save you..."
Cici’s face flushed red.
Who saves someone by kissing them for half an hour?
"Ah, so tired." Charles Yin yawned, turned around and sat on the bed. Without even glancing at Cici, he lay down.
Cici was about to speak, but Charles Yin had already pulled over the covers and closed his eyes.
Cici opened her mouth but felt embarrassed to ask him to leave.
After soaking in the hot spring, Cici felt completely exhausted. Seeing Charles Yin sleeping so soundly, she was a little envious.
There was only one bedroom in this room—she couldn't go anywhere else even if she wanted to!
Cici stared at the large bed and thought, 'It's big enough for two people... that should be fine, right?'
Yeah, it's just a quick nap anyway!
Alright, I'll just squeeze in and rest for a bit!
Without hesitation, Cici lay down beside Charles Yin. Maybe she really was tired, because as soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted off almost instantly.
Once Cici was sound asleep, Charles Yin, who'd only been pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He glanced at her peaceful face, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.
He carefully wrapped his arms around Cici, adjusted their position so she could sleep more comfortably, and then closed his eyes again.
When Cici woke up, the first thing she saw was Charles Yin’s flat, muscular chest.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered how their bodies had been pressed together in the hot spring earlier. Her ears turned bright red.
She carefully lifted her head to look—Charles Yin was still asleep.
Even though they hadn’t done anything, just held each other and slept for a little while, Cici somehow felt a sense of peaceful happiness.
Since Charles Yin wasn’t awake yet, she decided not to disturb him.
Cici carefully tried to slip out of his arms, but as soon as she moved, before she could free her arm, she felt a sudden tightness around her waist—a strong arm pulled her back into that strangely comforting embrace.
"Sleep a little longer," Charles Yin mumbled. "People will come by tonight. I’ll probably need your help with translation."
Cici perked up. "Your Japanese is pretty good—do you really need me to translate?"
"There’ll be several people tonight, each with a different accent," Charles Yin explained, eyes still closed. "One of them speaks Sinhalese. That’s a rare language—I’m not great at it."
Cici looked relieved. "That’s fine. I’m not an expert in rare languages, but I know a little about most of them."
Charles Yin gently brushed his lips against Cici’s forehead and slowly opened his eyes. "Exactly how many rare languages do you know?"
Cici tilted her head, thinking. "Not that many, maybe a few dozen? I honestly don’t know how I learned them—it’s like the knowledge was just there in my brain."
Cici looked confused at Charles Yin, but he instantly understood.
Back in the day, Nora Yun was known as a genius who could master dozens of languages, wasn’t she?