The second time lying in Jing Yu's arms, Tang Shu surprisingly found herself beginning to adapt. Instead, she felt... a warm flow spreading within her heart, profoundly satisfying.
It was a novel experience, so much so that she maintained her previous position and quietly stared at the stunningly handsome face mere inches away—even reaching out to touch it.
She didn't manage to touch it, though; her hand was accurately caught by the other party.
"It's still early. Sleep a while longer."
Jing Yu didn't open his eyes, his voice hoarse with the unique rasp of someone who had just woken up. He tucked her hand under the blanket while bringing her close into his embrace.
The distance between them, initially inches apart, transformed into zero in an instant.
Tang Shu's muffled voice came from within his arms, "It's not early anymore. My biological clock is very punctual; it's definitely 8 in the morning."
"Oh, this time I didn't fool you."
