"You're trying to compliment me?" Shen Chi raised an eyebrow. If she wanted to compliment him, she should just be direct about it—he loved hearing it.
"Forget I said anything," Xu Chaomu knew that this man was quite vain and shouldn't be praised too much.
Xu Chaomu continued to bury her head in his chest, finding his scent to be pleasantly fragrant, and his chest always gave her a sense of security.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and secretly smiled.
"Mumu, guess what time it is now?" Shen Chi looked down at her, this silly woman.
"I don't know. Are you trying to rush me to go to work?" she whispered.
"Seven o'clock."
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"It means we can go another round."
Having said that, Shen Chi embraced her waist and pinned her beneath him. With a light touch, he unfastened his own clothes.
Men who awoke in the morning were like wolves, a fact that Xu Chaomu had been informed about many times by Yu Weiwei.
