Nan Zhi had not slept well for the past few nights. In the middle of the night, she felt like there was a heater beside her, hot against her body.
In her daze, she thought it was Xiaojie so she hugged the body tighter.
Mu Sihan stretched out his long arm and let the woman's small head rest on it, and he looked down at the woman who snuggled into his embrace.
His gaze fell onto the top of her head, the refreshing fragrance of jasmine flowers from the strands of her hair drifted into his nose. He swallowed, an itchy and hot sensation in his heart.
His large palm could not help but reach into her pajamas, slowly sliding it up from her smooth and delicate stomach.
It was just nice for him to hold.
Holding it lightly, hands moving around to play.
The consequence of doing so was without doubt, a torment for him.
She was sleeping like a pig but he was full of burning desire.
He lifted the blanket and got off the bed.
