Early the next morning, Lu Yaobing was still in a haze when she felt like someone was holding her foot.
As a girl, she instinctively felt shocked, opened her eyes quickly, and then realized her current situation. She was actually snuggling next to Song Xiaodong, her arm draped across his chest, and even slipped inside his robe, her hand fully touching his skin.
But even though she'd found herself like this before, it still made her blush furiously and her heart race.
And the foot of the leg she had across Song Xiaodong was now held in his palm.
"Oh my god, does my master have some special fetish?" Lu Yaobing suddenly screamed inside, her body tensing up instantly, completely unsure of what to do.
"Oh, did I wake you up?" Song Xiaodong's voice came from beside her ear. "I want to use the bathroom."
"Ah!" Lu Yaobing turned over like she'd been bitten by a cat, pulling her arm and leg off Song Xiaodong.
