The next morning.
Qiu Changtian slowly woke up from his meditative concentration and saw Xu Yinglian sitting in front of the dressing table, gracefully combing her hair.
Junior Sister Xu usually didn't wear a pearl hairpin, just casually tying her hair with a green ribbon. Now without the green ribbon, allowing her hair to fall freely and loosely, combined with her already slender body curves, she exuded a mix of three parts laziness, four parts purity, and three parts charm—she was very enticing.
With a flicker of thought, Qiu Changtian hugged Xu Yinglian from behind, his hands resting on her waist.
Well, this plumpness, a bit more voluptuous and a bit less slender, could be said to be just right.
"What are you doing!" Junior Sister Xu hummed from her nose, complaining in a reproachful tone.
Although she didn't whine, the crisp voice and the long, lilting intonation at the end sounded less like anger or protest, and more like a playful whine.
