At the break of dawn, when the sky turned the color of fish bellies, Ming Yao startled awake from her dreams.
She opened her eyes and saw herself nestled in a man's embrace, her pupils contracting slightly.
How did she end up in someone else's bed last night?
She was sure she had only been leaning against the bed...
Glancing at the man's handsome face and seeing that he hadn't woken up yet, she let out a sigh of relief.
Throwing the quilt aside, she intended to escape at the speed of light before he noticed, but before she could get out of bed, her scalp suddenly hurt.
Her long hair was grabbed by the man.
Following that, a gloomy and cold voice rose from behind her, "You climbed into my bed?"
Without even looking back, she could feel the powerful aura emanating from the man.
Sharp, cold, and oppressive.
Ming Yao felt unusually guilty.
Last night, she didn't know how she ended up in his bed herself.
