Squeezed tightly between two tall bodies, Wen Shu couldn't move an inch.
The abs under her palm rose and fell with breathing, her waist was strongly held by Mious, and a gentle cool breath came from above her head.
Behind her, a masculine hard chest pressed tightly against her.
Heat brushed over her neck, the scorching body temperature penetrated through the thin fabric, making her back sweat.
How can anyone sleep like this!
Wen Shu closed her eyes tightly, almost on the verge of tears.
It wasn't until late at night, staring at the snow-white curtain by the window, that she gradually felt sleepy.
Next morning.
Haunted by a nightmare of being entangled by an octopus all night, Wen Shu struggled to wake and found herself gazing into a pair of smiling, enigmatic green eyes.
"How did you sleep?"
Parched from the night, Mious's deep voice was filled with alluring huskiness.
