If the entire composition of the story had been written by him, Cheng Ying might have felt disgusted with it, but half of it was completed by Yue Ran, not only him alone, so this story felt different.

    Yue Ran is a highly educated psychiatrist, and Cheng Ying knows this very well.

    So when she said that the story was interesting, that part of his participation suddenly seemed to stick together with Yue Ran''s, and the part of his composition became meaningful. In short, it will be difficult for Cheng Ying to forget this story in a short time. Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    This was exactly in line with Yue Ran''s expectations.

    In such rainy weather, when the male protagonist is already in a state of being susceptible to stimulation, he will be able to remember this story through suggestion and association, thus being put into a role under psychological hypnosis.

    "Okay, then let us listen to some other fairy tales," Yue Ran said, changing the subject of their conversation very naturally. "You can also listen to it while lying down today."

    Cheng Ying thought of the pleasant scent of Yue Ran''s body when he slept on her lap yesterday afternoon. Although his body had involuntarily become tensed due to nervousness, it was much better than that of yesterday.

    Right now, the young man is just like a wary little cat that has been abandoned by others. But when facing a gentle person like Yue Ran, he will try his best to tuck his claws away, slowly approach her, and then docilely fall asleep on her knees.

    Cheng Ying looked cautious, with both fear and expectation appearing on his face at the same time. Yue Ran showed a sweet and evil smile from an angle that he could not see.

    The little, oblivious lamb was walking step by step into the trap set by the hunter.

    …

    Cheng Ying accidentally fell asleep again. His sleep was usually very poor, and he would wake up four or five times at night. If the weather was this extreme, he could stay up all night and wait until dawn before he could finally take a rest.

    Therefore, he himself felt very strange about why he could feel sleepy and even fall asleep peacefully next to a stranger. Was it because she was reading fairy tales to him in such a gentle voice? Or was it because she was just like the ideal mother he had once imagined and yearned for?

    In a daze, Cheng Ying heard her soft and coaxing voice telling him to go to sleep and that the heavy rain was nothing to be afraid of. It was her voice that washed and cleaned all the dirt away from the world. After the rain, there would be a beautiful rainbow, and everything would be brand new.

    He then heard her tell him to go to sleep and that she would protect him.

    Cheng Ying felt a little sour in his heart when he heard this; his heart clenched, and his body also curled up a little more. It felt like someone had taken hold of his beating heart in their hands. He felt uncomfortable all over, as if he could not adapt to this new emotion, and he even had the urge to cry.

    Yue Ran watched the young man fall asleep peacefully, and she placed her palms on top of his head. Her touch seemed to hold an indescribable power, invisible yet touching. That unknown power seeped from the palm of her hand to the young man''s head, where she had made contact with him.

    The reason for doing this was because she did not want Cheng Ying to have nightmares when sleeping next to her. That would not be a good thing for her progress.

    How pleasant would it be for the male protagonist to think that he could only fall asleep so comfortably and so pleasantly next to her and that he would only be plagued with nightmares when there is no her beside him?

    Yue Ran''s eyes arced into beautiful crescents, her lips curled up into a mischievous smirk, and her shoulders shook a little, as if she were holding back her laughter.

    That would be very fun.

    …

    Cheng Ying was awakened by the smell of food. The rare good sleep that he had made his whole body feel so comfortable and relaxed, something that he had not felt for a long time. He could not even remember the last time he had such a good rest. Even his spirit, mentally and physically, has loosened a lot and is no longer so tense.

    The young man then gently backed away from Yue Ran because he had found that Yue Ran was leaning back on the chair and seemed to be asleep. Cheng Ying looked at the young woman and cautiously poked her leg to try and stir her awake.

    Maybe it was because his movements were too light, so Yue Ran was not awakened by his action.

    Now the young man was in trouble, and he did not know whether to wake Yue Ran up or not, but the vulnerably unprepared look of Yue Ran made Cheng Ying feel the feeling of "being trusted" for the first time. It was rather nice, as if warm and colorful bubbles had appeared and floated around slowly inside him.

    It is almost five o''clock now, and it is still raining outside, but it did not rain as heavily as it did in the early afternoon. The smell of food could be smelled faintly from outside his room, and Cheng Ying''s stomach grumbled. It was obvious that he felt hungry.

    Cheng Ying pressed a button on the wall. It was a button to indicate to the servants that he wanted to eat and that they should deliver the food upstairs for him.

    Soon, two servants brought dinner into Cheng Ying''s bedroom. They were a little surprised to find Yue Ran asleep inside the room, but their young master did not say anything about it.