I was lying on the edge of the bed, slightly at a loss.
On the bed, Qin Lu was lying there, her legs raised high, her hand still lingering between her thighs, in that overflowing land of temptation, maintaining an exceedingly shameful posture.
She glared with beautiful eyes, a moment of dullness in them, followed by a surge of boundless shyness, mixed with a hint of panic.
"Xiao Chen, when... when did you wake up?"
Her face was so red it could drip blood, and the hand that was on her chest frantically reached for the quilt, attempting to cover herself.
"Just… just woke up!"
I stammered, breathing heavily.
Everything that had just happened was too stimulating, making my blood still surge through my body, extremely agitated.
"I... Xiao Chen, go back to sleep! Pretend you didn't see anything," Qin Lu wrapped herself in the quilt, turned her face away, and dared not look at me again.
