"Don't move."
She pressed him up against the wall happily.
Just as her hand was about to touch the edge of his pants, he trembled and accidentally knocked over the vase beside him.
A crisp sound of an object smashing into pieces rang in Lin Jiao's ears, waking her up instantly.
As she held her chest and thought of Pei Zhi in her dream, redness spread out across her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was too embarrassing…
If she had known, she would not have watched that costume drama with Pei Zhi.
"Lin Jiao?" Pei Zhi, who was about to wake her up, heard a knocking sound outside the door and quickly called out to her.
"I'm fine."
Lin Jiao stopped hammering the bed in embarrassment.
She facepalmed in frustration and sat by the bed, taking deep breaths. When the redness on her cheeks disappeared, she started to put on her clothes.
