the next day.
fu qinyuan went to bed late last night. when he woke up, jing xingyao had just changed into a short-sleeved shirt and long pants. she was bending over to put on her shoes and socks. from his angle, he could see that the hem of her clothes was lifted up by half an inch because she was bending over, revealing her slender waist.
he took a deep breath and finally understood what it meant:
femme fatale.
last night, she had a good night's sleep, but from time to time, she would snuggle into his arms, causing him to not sleep well the entire night. this morning, she did this again, she really wanted to kill him.
in fact, if there were no plans, it was just a matter of impulse. after being disturbed by jing hanchuan last night, that energy had disappeared, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.
