The handsome sleeping face and honey-colored chest were sprinkled with specks of sunshine, incredibly tempting.
Most importantly, his body was covered with ambiguous scratches, bite marks, and kiss marks—enough to make one's face red and heart race...
Xia Yuxun swallowed and, for some reason, her first instinct was… well, to pull away the last corner of the quilt covering him.
So sleazy! Way too sleazy!
Xia Yuxun, how could you be so sleazy!
Xia Yuxun knocked her head a few times, telling herself not to look anymore, but her eyes seemed to have taken root and wouldn't move away.
Finally, she took a deep breath, turned her back to him, dragged away the entire thin quilt, wrapping it around her body, then stepped out of bed to pick up her clothes scattered on the floor and clumsily put them on.
After she was done, she held the quilt in her hands, closed her eyes, turned around, and walked step by step to the bed's edge, fumbling to throw the quilt over Leng Sichen's body.
