The next day, Ye Zhenzhen realized she was being hugged by Song Jinze as she turned over. Her leg was still draped over his waist, and her hand seemed to be placed where it shouldn't be.
It had to be said, the man was domineering and authoritarian, that was a fact, but so was his good physique. The contour of his waist was tight and defined, and the abs were distinct; the feeling to the touch, hmm... how should it be described...
It was much more real than in her dreams.
She looked up to see his dark eyes tightly shut and intended to quietly move her hand and leg away, but as soon as she barely moved her leg, it was held down by the man's large hand.
"Don't move!"
Song Jinze's voice was deep and hoarse, devoid of warmth.
Ye Zhenzhen frowned; it was that commanding tone again, so annoying, she really didn't like hearing it.
He wanted her to stay still, so she deliberately moved.
He wanted to sleep, so she deliberately wouldn't let him rest.
