After a while, she couldn't keep her hands still and insisted on placing them on him.
Then, that wasn't enough—she treated him like a plush toy, cuddling him tightly.
Hmm, so soft.
A rather ungentlemanly thought popped into Zuo Hong's mind.
But after thinking it over, he decided to suppress that thought.
She was so trusting, sleeping with a man like this. Doesn't she know that men can be a bit beastly?
If a beauty is lying beside you and you don't make a move, it's either you're incapable or...
Hmm, he is the second type.
He cares about her, he couldn't bear to take advantage.
He gently removed her arm wrapped around his neck, placed it on his waist, and drew her into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead, closing his eyes.
For the first time in twenty-six years, he slept holding a girl.
Turns out this feeling was so torturous.
Yet so blissful.
Their natural fit and harmony were perfect.
His body was warming, blood boiling, the night heightened sensitivity.
