A slender arm stretched out from behind her suddenly.
Wisps of warmth transferred from those slender arms to her body, bringing a tingling sensation.
She shuddered involuntarily and turned her head back, immediately locking eyes with a pair of enchanting eyes.
The man's eyes had just opened from a deep sleep, his thick and long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyelids. His deep black pupils resembled a glimmering lake, his eyebrows arched, exuding arrogance amidst his indifferent demeanor, seemingly amiable yet difficult to approach.
His nose bridge was high and straight, resembling a beautiful piece of art, arrogantly standing before the world. His lips were rosy with a smooth, fine line.
His long neck extended downwards, boldly displaying the man's strength and elegance, like a bow ready to be released.
There he was, languidly half-reclining, his lazy gaze alone possessing a lethal allure, like poison.
Yu Zexiao's gaze, after a brief spell of haziness, gradually fell upon her.
Seeing her usual prim and proper OL (office lady) attire, he never expected she would look like this!
Feeling his gaze, she immediately pulled up the blanket, her fair cheeks flushing red.
Yu Zexiao, seeing her reaction, curved his thin, soft, rosy lips into a slightly wicked smile.
Nobody spoke, but the air still lingered with the tempting and enchanting scent of the aftermath. After a moment, Yu Zexiao spoke, his voice as if tearing through top-quality silk, husky yet seemingly carrying boundless malice, "Last night, we…"
"Last night was an accident!" Jian Anning suddenly realized something and blurted out first, speaking incoherently, "I... I drank too much. I hope you can forget. Just consider it, consider it—an accident, alright?"
Yu Zexiao slightly parted his lips, a hint of surprise in his eyes and brows. After all, there were too many women who wanted to be with him. He had thought that this was Jian Anning's tactic of playing hard to get, yet he never expected her to say that!
Feeling his astonished gaze casting over several times, Jian Anning started to panic. She hurriedly picked up her clothes and put them on until the door closed with a "bang," and only then did the man seem to snap out of his shock.
Looking down, the bedsheets were pure white, without the bright red blossoms that usually appeared after one's first time.
Remembering her experienced tone of denial just now, Yu Zexiao's face darkened suddenly—could it be that last night, it was this woman who had plotted against him? Was she no longer pure?