"Hiss—" Quan Jingwu's purple eyes suddenly darken.
The mobile phone rings abruptly and incessantly.
Quan Jingwu's handsome face darkens as he reaches for the phone on the table.
"What is it?"
On the other end of the phone, hearing Quan Jingwu's deep and hoarse voice, Han Yue suddenly feels his death is imminent, "Err, Jingwu, did I interrupt something?"
As a man himself, Han Yue, a seasoned player in love games, understands the implications behind that voice tone all too well.
"What do you think?"
With that, he hangs up.
Putting down his phone, Quan Jingwu takes a deep breath, regaining composure in his purple eyes. Looking at the person lightly asleep beneath him, a bitter smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
It seems that feasting on the forbidden fruit still has to wait.
He sighs lightly, picks her up and walks towards the large bed, pulls back the covers and places her down before heading to the bathroom.
In this long night, a cold shower is inevitable.
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