The slender figure's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and with a lift of her hand, she raised half of the bed curtain and sat on the edge of the bed.
She stretched out her hand, gently touching Ya Chen's face, from his handsome, mountain-like eyebrows to his tall nose, and finally to his lips pressed into a line of beauty.
Her gaze fell upon his slightly ajar pajamas, and her fingertips paused, hesitating briefly.
Then, she did something even bolder.
Leaning down, while Ya Chen was deep in sleep, she brought her face close to his left chest, closed her eyes, and seemed to be listening to the man's strong heartbeat.
As time trickled by, she still didn't want to leave, risking being discovered, greedily enjoying her time with the man.
Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly by someone.
She sat up in a panic, trying to push Ya Chen away and leave, but he caught her wrist tightly, and she couldn't break free.
