Tang Suiyu's face turned red as she diverted her gaze.
She wasn't a woman driven by desire, but Ye Gushen's physique was too good. Even in loose pajamas, she could imagine the eight-pack abs underneath.
Her small face gradually flushed with a suspicious blush.
Ye Gushen's fingertip grazed her skin, as if holding a flame, slowly igniting every inch of her body.
She could feel herself heating up.
Early in the morning, Ye Gushen stared at her with unclear eyes, watching as her skin turned a light pink.
Tang Suiyu's head kept turning from side to side, feeling unnatural no matter where she placed it.
Suddenly, a familiar fresh scent approached her, their eyes met, and her beautiful brown eyes blinked.
Her tender pink lips parted slightly, "Why are you so close?"
So close that she could feel his breath sprinkling on her little face.
The breath was a bit hot, a bit heavy, a bit disordered.
"I want to." Ye Gushen stared at her cute little face.
