Qiao Xi's body shook with tension, her hands clenched tightly under the bedsheet.
What kind of intimate act must have happened, for the perfume scent of Xu Xingluo to linger?
Her eyes felt slightly warm, a bit moist.
She didn't dare ask for confirmation.
But when Qiao Xi felt the man beside her slowly rising to leave, she didn't know where the courage came from as she grabbed his arm.
"Mr. Huo."
Her soft voice sounded, and she sat up in bed, her arms tightly wrapped around his robust waist.
In the darkness, the man who had his back to her turned around, letting out a light chuckle.
"I thought you were going to continue pretending to sleep," he said in a warm, lingering voice, while his slender fingers caressed her smooth skin.
Qiao Xi boldly stood up, stepping onto the soft bed to look down at him as she looped her arms around the man's neck.
Eyes met eyes.
Such a pose instinctively bred ambiguity.
Qiao Xi pursed her lips tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
