The next day, Xiao Yu woke up with a sore waist and back, opened her eyes, and saw the white ceiling. She was dazed and couldn't react, feeling a continuous warmth behind her, and a man's possessive arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his chest.
The quilt was a bit stuffy. She didn't feel it when she was asleep, but upon waking, she found it unbearably hot.
As soon as she moved, the man woke up and looked at her, "Awake?"
Xiao Yu nodded. The man leaned over and kissed her forehead, then sat up with the quilt, turned to look at her exhausted appearance, and said softly, "I'll give you a day off, you don't have to go to work today."
Xiao Yu followed him and sat up, looking down at the man's shirt she was wearing. Last night's passionate scenes in the bathroom suddenly flooded her mind, her cheeks reddened, and she said, "No need, I can go to work."
