Leng Youchen had never formally asked for her opinion like this. He was always the type to pounce and nibble on her without warning, leaving her flustered now, feeling like the temperature under the blanket suddenly became unbearably hot.
Her eyes flitted about uncertainly, "Just a kiss?"
"Mm-hmm, unless you can't control yourself and want more," the man teased with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Wei Anning's eyes flashed with mischief. She suddenly leaned in, puckered her lips and pecked his, then blushing, she retreated, "There, I kissed you. Let's sleep."
Leng Youchen watched her turn her back to him, stunned and slow to react. The little thing had learned to be clever, taking the initiative before he could.
Anning felt the man pressing against her was like a self-heating heating pad, warming her to the point of dry mouth and parched tongue. She kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes quivering slightly, pretending not to hear his words.
"I'm asleep."
