Even after falling asleep, Gu Jiaojiao remained restless. Her fair, delicate fingers were clenched tightly around Leng Yuan’s clothes. Sensing his wife’s unease, Leng Yuan held her even tighter.
In any case, when Gu Jiaojiao woke up again, her whole body ached.
And for a rare change, she was awake while Leng Yuan was still lying in bed.
This had never happened before.
As for Xiao Yang, he had woken up, gotten dressed, and returned to the adjacent room to do his homework.
Gu Jiaojiao, however, was staring at the man beside her, becoming more captivated the longer she looked.
With his eyes closed in sleep, his rugged features softened considerably.
Leng Yuan was a very still sleeper. He was usually in the exact same position in the morning as he had been the night before, impossibly well-behaved.
She reached out, her fingers tracing over his eyebrows and eyes.
The next moment, her fingers were caught in his large hand. "Be good. Don’t make trouble."
The man opened his drowsy eyes. His normally sharp gaze was exceptionally harmless in this moment. Probably because he had just woken up, his voice was tinged with a raspy note. Gu Jiaojiao found herself thinking that this version of Leng Yuan was strangely docile, making her want to tease him.
She reached out and tickled his palm. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in focus, her hand slipped inside his shirt.
He had a firm eight-pack. Unlike the pale, sculpted muscles one might get at a gym, his were filled with a sense of power—rock-hard, yet with graceful lines.
Gu Jiaojiao ran her hand over them once, then couldn’t resist doing it again.
’This feeling is surprisingly addictive.’
She continued her exploration, oblivious, and didn’t see his harmless eyes slowly take on a dangerous glint. His entire presence became like that of a leopard poised to strike.
And Gu Jiaojiao was as soft as a fluffy little animal, about to be snatched up by the predator.
By the time Gu Jiaojiao realized what was happening, it was too late.
By the time the two of them got out of bed, another half an hour had passed.
Leng Yuan hadn’t done anything, yet what he did was more embarrassing than if he had.
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