Sharing a Bed, Is Killing Me Really That Much Trouble

Serena Feng always knew how to keep her composure. Seeing Nolan annoyed, she quickly put away her smile and explained earnestly, "What a coincidence! When I wrote you that letter, ink spilled onto the paper too. I’d written so much before that, I was too lazy to rewrite it, so I just sent it as is."

To show she wasn’t lying, Serena looked Nolan straight in the eye and nodded firmly.

Such a lame excuse—Nolan would have to be crazy to believe it. But since he’d come up with the same excuse himself, if he tried to call her out, he’d have to admit what he’d written under his own blacked-out words.

Sure enough, he’d shot himself in the foot. Nolan sighed inwardly and put the letter away again.

Forget it. He wouldn’t ask anymore—he already understood that the big black blotch was Serena’s way of getting back at him.

Serena looked a little regretful. She’d wanted to take the chance to ask about the child, but since Nolan didn’t bring it up, she decided to hold her tongue for now.

If that child had nothing to do with Nolan, asking now would just mean she’d have to coax him later—definitely not worth it.

She’d just have to hold back!

“It’s getting late. We should head back to our room,” Nolan said, coming around the desk and naturally taking Serena’s hand.

“Alright.” Serena’s fingers slipped, and she interlaced her fingers with Nolan’s without a second thought.

There were no servants outside the study. Nolan hadn’t called anyone to bring a lantern, just carried a dim light himself as he led Serena along at a slow pace.

The night breeze stirred, making the lamp’s flame flicker and their shadows twist and merge, then separate again. Serena found it amusing and kept her eyes on their shadows, sometimes stepping left or right to match the shifting light.

She hadn’t done something so childish in ages, but now it came naturally—Serena was totally absorbed in playing with her own shadow.

Nolan’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t say a word. He just watched out for Serena even more carefully, making sure she didn’t bump into any trees or obstacles.

Inside the bedroom, the servants had already prepared everything. The two of them came in, tidied up a little, and could go straight to bed.

Serena let her hair down, yawned, and rubbed her eyes.

She’d traveled through the night and hadn’t rested properly since arriving in Southlyn—Serena was truly exhausted.

“If you’re tired, settle down early,” Nolan said, stepping forward to massage Serena’s shoulders. He’d just seen her rub them herself, and figured she must’ve been uncomfortable after days cooped up in the carriage.

“Mm.” Serena relaxed completely, leaning against Nolan, her lips pouting a little in spoiled comfort.

Nolan lowered his head and gently kissed Serena’s forehead, his eyes full of unabashed affection.

How could he not fall for someone like her?

Nolan’s hands grew even gentler, afraid of hurting Serena. She really was exhausted—before long, she’d fallen asleep against him, her face peaceful and sweet, a little drool at the corner of her mouth.

This was the reunion night he’d been waiting for?

Nolan felt a bit regretful about the shoulder massage—he should’ve just carried Serena straight to bed. But now…

Seeing Serena’s completely unguarded sleeping face, Nolan couldn’t bear to wake her.

He sighed, then lifted her in a princess carry, gently placed her on the bed, and even thoughtfully removed her outer clothes.

Tonight, it looked like all they’d do was sleep.

It was a bit of a pity, but just holding Serena while he slept was enough. For the past two months, whenever he had a free moment—especially at night—he’d always think of her.

By the faint moonlight, you could just make out two heads resting close together…

That night, both Nolan and Serena slept deeply and soundly. The dark guards, meanwhile, were all wide awake, staring blankly toward the bedroom.

"They really just slept like that?"

"Isn’t there a saying—absence makes the heart grow fonder?"

"Under the covers just chatting? Nolan really is a gentleman."

...

Nolan had no idea what the dark guards were thinking. Holding Serena in his arms, he slept soundly—but his vigilance was as sharp as ever.

At dawn, the moment Serena stirred, Nolan woke up too. He opened his eyes, checked the sky, and hugged her tighter. "It’s still early. Sleep a little longer."

Freshly awake, Nolan’s voice was lower and lazier than usual, almost hypnotic. Serena made a sound of agreement and shifted a little to get more comfortable.

But Nolan wouldn’t let her move away—he reached out, pulled her back, and tucked her firmly into his arms. "Sleep."

Uh… Now Serena was fully awake, because Nolan had her completely pinned in his arms, her face buried in his chest so she could barely breathe.

"You’re trying to murder me," Serena mumbled, pushing Nolan away.

"Would killing you really take this much effort?" Nolan loosened his hold on Serena, but didn’t let her stray too far.

Serena didn’t struggle, just snuggled obediently at Nolan’s side, yawning, "Of course not. But if you want to kill me, you’ll have to use the beauty trap first. Unless you pull out your male beauty tactics, I absolutely won’t die."

"Beauty trap, huh? Like this?" Nolan raised an eyebrow, then flipped over and pinned Serena beneath him. "If I use my beauty trap, will you let me have my way?"

His long hair mingled with Serena’s, their noses almost touching. With a single breath, they could smell each other’s scent. Serena jolted fully awake, eyes wide open.

"Nolan, what are you doing? Don’t mess around!" It was early morning—if they lingered too long, everyone in the villa would know exactly what they’d been up to.

"I’m using my beauty trap. Why, Serena—don’t you like it?" Nolan, worried about crushing her, braced himself on his arms so there was still a fist’s distance between them. But then…

The next moment, Nolan closed that gap, pressing fully against her, his breath hot on Serena’s neck. "I’m using my beauty trap. Are you going to fall for it?"

Suddenly weighed down by more than a hundred pounds, Serena felt the air thin instantly. Nolan’s body heat pressed down on her, making her feel stifled and hot—she had no patience for his flirting. Serena pushed him away with effort. "Stop fooling around, get up."

"You haven’t used your beauty trap yet." Nolan said with mock seriousness, spouting nonsense so shamelessly that Serena burst out laughing. She patted his back and coaxed, "Be good, stop messing around."

Why did that sound exactly like soothing a child?

Nolan suddenly looked up, meeting Serena’s gaze. He shot her a glare before rolling off her, clearly annoyed.

Was it easy for him? He’d worked so hard to create the perfect mood, even said things he’d never say under normal circumstances—and Serena ruined it all with that one line, treating him like a child.

He wasn’t a child. He didn’t need to be soothed.

Serena sensed the shift in mood, stuck out her tongue, and inched over like a silkworm, tugging at Nolan’s sleeve. "Sorry, I’ve been soothing a kid every day lately—guess I slipped into the habit."

"Soothing a kid? What kid?" Could it be that child Zuo An carried away?

Serena had already received that child—so why hadn’t she mentioned it in her letters to him?