As soon as he closed his eyes, the little hand at his waist began to stir restlessly again.
Baili An was disturbed by her presumptuous and bold action, his cheeks flushed as he said, "Aren't you afraid of the heat now?"
Ning Feiyan smiled narrowly and said, "If I nurture you, you'll be even more useful later on."
Baili An watched her with a smile, cunning and sly like a little cat, stirred in his heart, and pulled her tightly into his arms.
But Ning Feiyan did not favor such a clingy posture.
She wriggled out of Baili An's embrace, turned around and firmly wrapped her arms around him, boldly burying his head into her bosom.
She chuckled softly, "My dear, don't try to take charge here—this is my bed."
Her skin was extremely soft, and Baili An's cheek sank into it, feeling its boneless, tender, and delicate touch.
The slightly sweaty scent of her body warmed the air, emitting a faintly fragrant aroma of a young woman.
