Fang Mo'er stretched out her delicate hand and gently lifted a corner of the blanket. When her body moved away slightly from the man's embrace, she felt the man's arm around her waist tighten and pull her back.
Fang Mo'er looked up and saw that the man whose eyes had been closed a moment ago had now opened his eyes. There was no confusion in his eyes even though he had just woken up. His dark, intense were coming closer and closer to her face.
"Where are you going?"
Shi Mo spoke in a low voice. His voice was deep and husky, which sounded very alluring.
When he lowered his head and looked at Fang Mo'er's loose clothes, he could see a pair of pale snowy peaks from this angle.
His gaze deepened as he began to feel an awakening in his body.
Fang Mo'er blinked and said subconsciously, "I was going to wash up."
After saying that, she reached out to press against the man's arm around her waist, gesturing for him to let her get out of the bed.
