Stepping into the bathroom, Leng Zirui soaked a towel in hot water and carefully helped her wipe her face, then turned off the small bedside lamp and exited the bedroom.
The Xu Xia on the pillow was completely unaware.
With injuries on his body, Leng Zirui couldn’t shower, so he cleaned himself in the bathroom before returning to lie down beside her.
Time slipped by.
In the middle of the night, Xu Xia awoke from her dreams.
She opened her eyes, gazing at the dim hotel ceiling, blinking in bewilderment, feeling somewhat confused.
She distinctly remembered leaving the bar with Leng Zirui, then... then she couldn’t recall anything.
Damn, she must have fallen asleep by accident!
Thinking of Leng Zirui, Xu Xia felt a jolt; she had agreed with him yesterday, yet she ended up sleeping. He must be very disappointed, right?!
"Xu Xia, you’re such a pig!"
Cursing herself quietly, Xu Xia reached for the blanket to get up, but as soon as her fingers touched the blanket, she noticed a hand resting on it, embracing her.
That hand had very long fingers, appearing slender, with nails trimmed neatly and beautifully, and there were several small scars on the back of the hand.
Xu Xia shifted her gaze, following the hand, her eyes moving inch by inch, past the long arm and landing on the pillow beside her.
Leng Zirui was lying on the pillow, eyes closed, seemingly not disturbed by her.
The thin blanket covered only to the middle of his back, showing the bandages wrapped around his exposed wounds.
Besides the scars hidden under the bandages, his back bore numerous large and small wounds, yet it didn’t appear menacing. Coupled with his toned back muscles, it instead exuded a wild and untamed kind of sexiness.
Because of the injuries on his back, he could only sleep on his stomach.



VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: After rejecting my celebrity husband