"Beikun." Ali suddenly knelt up from beneath the covers, reaching a height just about the same as his sitting height. The sheet slipped off her body, revealing her fair skin. She smiled and said, "Beikun, if you don't want to, I can serve you..."
Last night, he had been the one taking the initiative.
She was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Yao Beikun looked at the insincerity on her face and waved his hand, "No need, put on your clothes and leave."
Ali looked at him, and after a moment of silence, she obediently began searching for and putting on her clothes.
Yao Beikun watched Ali's figure.
He didn't know what was wrong with himself. He always felt that seeing Ali's thin and petite body, watching her constantly smiling hard to face him, spread an indescribable feeling in his heart. Was he under some kind of spell these days? How could this woman appear so unrestrainedly in his thoughts?!
Ali left wearing her crumpled clothes.
