She turned her head to look at the man beside her, a face of extraordinary handsomeness filled with worry. He wore a blue bathrobe, slightly open at the chest, exuding the ultimate seductive charm.
On that bronze skin, there were faint scratches and nail marks, left by her last night, when she clung to his shoulders...
Thinking of those heart-pounding scenes from last night, and Wen Zao's words, "Where does it hurt—", Ye Xixi's cheeks instantly turned bright red, like pig liver, almost dripping with blood.
Ye Xixi bit her lip, remaining silent, which made Wen Zao anxious like an ant on a hot pan, not knowing if she was angry at him or feeling unwell.
So without further ado, he lifted the quilt, holding her leg, wanting to check on her.
Last night's events had already embarrassed Ye Xixi enough, but now she couldn't believe that Wen Zao wanted to...
Ye Xixi was startled, and instinctively raised her hand, pushing Wen Zao away.
