***
Qiao Chutian looked at her with a mix of irritation and amusement and then fell silent, wrapping himself in the blanket and closing his eyes.
But that damned mind of his, like a projector in a cinema, kept flashing the image of Mai Xiaomai's unintentionally exposed charms, itching and restless, taking a long time to settle down.
As for Mai Xiaomai, the instigator of it all, had quickly fallen asleep again.
The blanket tightly cocooned everything below her neck, and she curled up in it, looking very much like a little kitten, pitiful and cute.
This damn woman!
Qiao Chutian cursed under his breath, then tried hard to fall asleep himself...
*
The next day.
Mai Xiaomai opened her eyes to a startling realization.
Somehow, during the night, one of her long legs had emerged from under the blanket and was now resting directly on Chutian's chest.
And his hand was on her foot...
What was this situation?
She was nervous and carefully tried to retract her foot silently.
