The feeling of taking a cold shower in the middle of winter is indescribably refreshing. Even though there is heating in the room, that kind of cold is not something the average person can bear.
As a result, when Yan Yan came out of the bathroom, Yun Qiluo was still sleeping like a log on the bed.
She even felt hot, starting to kick off the quilt, lying sprawled on the bed with her little mouth slightly open and a glistening trace at the corner of her mouth.
In no time, she might really start drooling.
She was utterly carefree.
Yan Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he lay down beside her.
The young girl in her sleep was quite sensible; as soon as he got close, she clung to him like an octopus, rubbing against his still cold chest, feeling even more comfortable.
Yan Yan immediately felt that his hard-earned peace was stirred again by her touch: "..."
In the darkness, his extraordinarily handsome face turned a few shades darker.
