Qiao Ruoxin felt a bit tired from the flight.
She planned to take a bath and go to bed early since there was still a whole day of shooting tomorrow.
Wearing the robe she brought, she lay in bed, ready to turn off the bedside lamp, but then thought better of it.
Whenever she stayed in a hotel alone, she hardly ever dared to turn off the lights because she was afraid of the dark, a bit of a coward really.
Qiao Ruoxin put on her steam eye mask and then dozed off on the bed.
In her sleep, she felt as if someone was touching her body?
Was it an illusion?
The sensation of being touched grew more and more real, a pair of warm, large male hands roving over her body.
In her sleep, she frowned in displeasure, murmuring in her dream, "Don't... don't touch me... stop..."
But her body felt heavy and immovable as if she were experiencing sleep paralysis.
She must be dreaming, right?
If it was a dream, then she didn't care.
