When Chen Nuanhan woke up, fully refreshed, she looked up and, sure enough, saw the chiseled profile of Su Huai's face.
"Awake?"
Gou Dongxi's face was filled with doting affection, "Did you sleep well?"
Chen Nuanhan's hands, as hot as her cheeks, let go, having never realized how restless she was in her sleep, always needing to grab onto something.
Then, she had no more intense reactions.
The two rounds of physical training the day before had shredded half of her girlish shyness.
She would still feel shy, but she didn't need to express her purity through shock anymore, nor did she have to cover up her sensitivity and curiosity.
"Mhm."
Chen Nuanhan lay in Gou Dongxi's arms, lazily responding.
She openly displayed her longing for the warmth of the moment and also brought an attitude that matched her intelligence.
"Stop trying to play the Warm Man with me, I'm sick of it."
