Li Xingwan finally snapped fully awake. She realized whose arms she had crawled into. Instinctively, she tried to get out, yet unexpectedly, Fu Chengzhou hooked her slender waist. "Sleep a little longer."
Yesterday, she had kissed Fu Chengzhou. The kiss was scorching hot. It wasn't an exaggeration—it was because she had no emotional experience in her past life, so in this life, she was easily swayed.
This man's kissing skills were truly extraordinary. It was innate. She was kissed until she couldn't stop. But fortunately, they managed to cool down just in time. Otherwise, she didn't know where things might have led.
His chest was burning hot, and Li Xingwan quickly pushed him with her hand. However, she hadn't expected that when her hands pressed against his chest, her delicate fingertips would react with his muscular pectorals.
Li Xingwan almost got pulled back into his arms again.
Just then, the voice of Little Mobao came from outside.