But then the unexpected warmth dispelled that coldness.
He was half-asleep, feeling warm all over, instinctively leaning towards the warmth as he tightened his shoulders.
As he pressed closer, he realized, beneath his palm was a slender waist, engulfed by a subtle fragrance.
His clouded mind suddenly cleared, and he opened his eyes abruptly.
His sight landed on her sleeping back, her head resting on his arm, and he was holding her from behind, with an arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
His arm felt slightly numb, suggesting that they had maintained this sleeping posture for quite a while.
Shen Juncheng's eyes widened, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his arm, but before he could move, she turned over, rolling further inside without even using the pillow, holding the quilt in her sleep, her face flushed, showing no signs of waking.
Shen Juncheng felt an inexplicable panic, checking his clothes immediately.
