But perhaps the nighttime had clouded the heart and emboldened the spirit, for he pretended to be asleep, turned over, extended his long arm, and directly embraced Chi Nuan.
Chi Nuan, who had finally managed to let out a sigh of relief, instantly froze when he embraced her.
Her hands and feet dared not move recklessly for a moment.
Should she wake him up?
But even if she wakes him now, it would be so awkward...
But if she doesn't wake him, should she just allow him to hold her like this?
Chi Nuan stared at the ceiling, suddenly feeling that the passage of time was agonizing...
The sound of his breathing brushed against her cheeks one after another, the warm breath seemed to amplify human senses at night. Though not very close, suddenly her cheeks felt flushed.
Yet amidst the heat, she inexplicably felt reluctant.
His breath was toxic!
Making one feel inexplicably at ease?
In public or private, Chi Nuan chose not to wake him.
