Warm sunlight filtered through pale curtains, draping the room in a soft, golden glow. Mo Yuzhen stirred faintly, his brows tightening as consciousness slowly dragged him awake. Something warm rested against his chest.
No, it was someone warm.
His arm was wrapped firmly around a slender waist, their bodies close enough that he could feel every steady rise and fall of her breathing.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as the woman shifted. A cascade of dark hair brushed across his skin, and her sleeping face came into view.
Tang Xiyu.
His breath stilled.
His world stilled. For a brief second, he thought he was still dreaming.
Huh?
What?
How?
She lay in his embrace, peaceful and trusting, her cheek resting against him as if this was where she had always belonged. Light purple and red marks gently traced across her fair skin, marks that only appeared after an intimate passion between two human beings.
He... did he and Tang Xiyu make love last night?
