Half-asleep and half-awake, the girl barely opened her closed eyes and murmured fuzzily, "You're back?"
Her voice was so faint, nearly inaudible.
The wall lamp cast a soft light that didn't hinder her from continuing to drift off to sleep. The young girl was cute and serene, yet her heart was like still water; she had not seen him all day and hadn't thought of him at all.
Her breaths were too scorching.
Passion stirred in her sleep, her body reacting.
As clothes were shed, Weining felt increasingly uncomfortable in the midst of that intensely possessive kiss, an unease that was inexpressible and sent her heart throbbing.
As waves of desire flooded in, she buried her head in the man's chest, her small hands clinging to his shoulders, her eyes closed, a bit aggrieved but also subtly initiating and aware.
Chen Jingyuan tenderly kissed her sensitive spots and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What time did you go to bed?"
She said 9:30.
