Rong Zhi shook her head under the covers, the movement so small it could be ignored.
Bai Su sighed softly, stood up, bent down, and slipped an arm under the boy's shoulders. His sleeves were rolled halfway up, and he only realized the skin was icy cold when he touched it.
Rong Zhi slowly pulled a pillow to prop up behind her, and before the man withdrew his hand, her fingertips gently hooked onto his sleeve.
Bai Su wore an off-white loungewear today, soft and loose. Rong Zhi rubbed it; it felt quite good, much better than the slippery nightgown she was wearing.
Unbeknownst to her, this action took on a different meaning in someone's eyes.
Bai Su's eyebrows lifted subtly, his tone tinged with a teasing slowness, "If you want me to sleep with you, you can just say so. Satisfaction guaranteed."
?
Rong Zhi: "..."
You're overthinking it.
"No," she released her hand, expressionless, "I was just taking your pulse."
