"Are you still tired?"
Ye Xinluo was first startled, then realized what he meant. Her face flushed slightly as she lowered her eyes to gaze at his chest, shaking her head haphazardly, "Not really."
As she spoke, Ye Xinluo noticeably felt his hand on her waist and furrowed her brows.
"Beichen Rui..."
Before she could say anything else, he turned over and pressed down on her.
Her body tensed for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice softened with a hint of tremor, "What are you trying to do?"
He lowered his head and kissed her lips. With the slanting sunlight from outside the window, he once again consumed her thoroughly.
...
After his escapades, Ye Xinluo only felt that the sleep she had finally caught up on was wasted. When it was over, unable to bear the sticky feeling on her body, she forced herself to fight off the drowsiness and pulled the sheet over herself to take a shower...
