Delphine knelt half on the bed, trying to hide her long, snowy-white legs. One hand pressed against the unruly large palm on her head as her delicate face tilted slightly upward.
The man lowered his eyes, unwilling to remind her that from his vantage point, the view before him was endlessly breathtaking.
His gaze deepened as he pondered buying her all sorts of T-shirts and shirts in the future, enough for her to wear just one.
"What are you hinting at, little Delphine, hmm?" The man's voice was low and rich, his chest faintly trembling as the corner of his lips curved into a playful smile.
Delphine swiftly pulled back her hand, grabbing the quilt and pulling it over her thighs. But then she realized that with him standing and her kneeling on the bed, her aura was completely overshadowed.
"Nothing. Why aren't you going back to sleep yet?" Delphine's tone carried a hint of fluster.
