The following day, the young woman woke up in Long Sijue's arms again. To be frank, Su Qianxun was not quite used to waking up with him by her side. She had gotten used to waking up alone in her bed.
The man was holding her tightly against his chest, and she could hear the thump of his heartbeat. The young woman's small face gradually reddened. Her heart rate started to accelerate as well.
Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. Even the warmth of their bodies had become uniform.
"Are you awake?" The man's magnetic voice rang out from above her head. Su Qianxun's froze. She actually wanted to pretend that she was still asleep so that he would get up and leave first.
"I'm still sleepy," the young woman replied in a frail and mellow voice.
Su Qianxun did not know what was going on at all. She raised her head anxiously and looked at him. "I… Did I hurt you?"
