Lin Gantang's curiosity was piqued. She searched for a random book and started reading it. Then, she opened the door to a new genre of novels.
Lin Gantang was engrossed in reading the book on her phone, not knowing how much time had passed.
Wen Yanqing entered the room and saw her lying on the sofa. The corner of the blanket was barely around her waist, and half of it had slipped onto the smooth floor.
Her arms were propped up on the sofa, revealing her smooth shoulders. She was focused on her own matters without realizing it.
Wen Yanqing leaned over and half-pressed against her body, as if he was completely enveloping her in his arms, full of possessiveness.
"What are you so focused on?" Wen Yanqing bit her ear and placed his hand on her shoulder. The warm jade-like touch on his palm made his heart flutter and he could not help but shift it elsewhere.
It was as if he was playing with a fine jade, unwilling to let go.
