The early morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing Song Yuwei's face in light. Her long lashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, feeling Qin Han's strong hand around her waist. She gently turned over.
Only then did she realize that Qin Han hadn't taken his clothes off all night and had just kept one position, holding her. Suddenly, a wave of warmth surged through Song Yuwei.
Looking at Qin Han's resolute face, Song Yuwei couldn't help but become enraptured. She involuntarily pecked Qin Han on the lips.
However, a sudden movement from below made Song Yuwei realize that Qin Han had been awake all along. She immediately blushed deeply, hastened to turn away, but Qin Han held her even tighter, and the next moment, Song Yuwei found his thick lips pressing against hers.
Just as Song Yuwei was about to run out of breath, Qin Han's phone suddenly rang.
Their lips parted…
Qin Han took the phone reluctantly and answered with an annoyed tone, "Who is it? Who?"
