The next second, Leng Jing bit her lip, her hand sweaty from nervousness as it slowly moved down to the edge of Tang Yu's pajamas, then she timidly lifted a corner and slipped inside…
The boneless touch gradually wandered up his spine, making Tang Yu shiver all over, and his mind thundered louder than the earlier lightning strike.
Up until this moment, Tang Yu still thought stiffly, She... she must be doing this unconsciously in her sleep!
Just as he clenched a corner of the sheets, ready to sit up and flee once more because of the unbearable touch on his back…
Leng Jing suddenly propped up her body with one arm, hovering over him, her slightly curled hair a little messy, slipping down from her shoulders and tickling his already sweat-dampened skin.
