Her voice was like a cat purring.
Zhao Zhan subconsciously lay flat. His legs were stretched straight, and the muscles in his body were so tense that they were hard.
Yue Jiaojiao laid on top of Zhao Zhan's body and moved her head to find a comfortable position. Beneath her body was a natural heater. Although it was a little too hard, she felt at ease. Her heart relaxed and she fell asleep.
She had a good night's sleep.
Zhao Zhan, who had been pressed under her like a mattress the entire night, suffered.
His body was so tense that it was uncomfortable throughout the whole night. He wanted to go to the courtyard and water himself with cold water as usual, but every time he wanted to move, his lover would grunt unhappily.
He was so nervous that he barely slept the entire night.
"Zhao Zhan?"
