Chu Dazhuang propped himself up with both hands on the bed, his upper body floating slightly above.
Directly beneath him was Zhao Cailing, with her eyes closed and cheeks flushed with a ruddy color.
At this moment, Zhao Cailing clenched her fists tightly, fearing she might make the slightest sound.
Chu Dazhuang also quieted down, seeing Zhao Cailing's nervous yet excited demeanor, his lips curled into a slight smile, and he chuckled softly.
He was very close to Zhao Cailing now, and Chu Dazhuang began to scrutinize her closely.
It was only upon this close inspection that he noticed the unique aura about her.
She seemed different from when she sat in a chair, now, from such a close distance, Chu Dazhuang noticed different things, giving him a different sensation as well.
Zhao Cailing's long hair cascaded down her shoulders, now naturally spreading over the bed like black satin, covering the entire mattress.
