Wang Zhao opened his eyes lazily. He felt someone's warmth. He sighed. Who could it be, other than Sang Qian? He turned his head only to spot her face pressing against his chest. Her arms were wrapped around his waist.
He twitched his lips. He remembered the first time they slept together. She hugged him like this in his sleep. It was awkward for him but he let her do it and here was the result. She would do this every-time with no shame at all.
He scoffed internally. When he looked at her face, he found her so pure and so innocent. But on the back of his brain, he didn't like her yet. There was something that was holding him back to accept his feelings for her. He sighed. He couldn't trust her, not yet.
