When Ji Yinbing was done, she turned around and saw Yan Nuo. She said, "The pure black bed sheets are the ones you used before. I've washed them. Do you think it's okay?"
Yan Nuo glanced at the pure black bed sheets and blanket. He thought to himself, "She must look even more seductive lying on the black bedsheets."
Ji Yinbing saw Yan Nuo's throat move up and down a few times.
What was he thinking?
"Sure." Yan Nuo's voice was a little hoarse.
Ji Yinbing walked over and tiptoed to touch Yan Nuo's forehead. Yan Nuo was confused. "What's wrong?"
"Your voice is hoarse. Do you have a cold?"
Yan Nuo looked at her meaningfully and shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Then rest early. I'm going back to my room."
Ji Yinbing brushed past him and before she could turn around, Yan Nuo pulled her into his arms. "Sleep with me."
Sleep. The word itself was pure.
But there were thousands of ways to sleep together.
