Su Nanxing only felt that something was amiss that morning.
The scent on the coat was faint, and she had to bury her face in it to smell it.
Yet now, it seemed as if her entire being was engulfed in Lu Beiyuan's presence.
She rubbed against it out of habit.
The cheek that touched the area felt warmth and smoothness, of soft yet firm texture, with a bit of elasticity…
Su Nanxing slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with the sight of Lu Beiyuan's chest revealed by his open house clothes.
His broad chest was covered with a thin layer of muscle, making it very comfortable to lean on.
Su Nanxing's mind was still groggy, and before she could fully wake up, she rubbed against his chest again.
She did more than rub; she pressed her whole body against him and let out a small and contented sigh.
Lu Beiyuan: ...
His body had gone stiff.
He wondered if there was enough time—if his primal urges took over now, could Su Nanxing still go to work as usual?
