His dark eyes blended into the night—deep, silent, glinting momentarily with light.
When she approached him, he instantly knew it was his babe. He had long grown familiar with her scent and could recognize her even with his eyes shut.
He did not know her intentions behind coming to his lounge at midnight and climbing into his bed.
Qin Shu laid in a supine position beside him, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening. She tried to calm the abnormal rhythm of her heart.
When the man lying beside her did not make any kind of response, Qin Shu realized that he must be deeply asleep.
After her heart calmed down, she imitated him and turned over onto her side. Qin Shu gazed at his broad back in the moonlight and after mulling over it, reached out with her arm, curling it around his thin waist.
She exerted minimal strength, afraid that she might rouse him from his deep slumber.
