The morning sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting tiny specks of light on the dark gray bedsheets.
Chen Nan frowned slightly in his sleep, vaguely feeling a warm, damp sensation at his waist.
Soft and delicate, as if lightly wrapped by something.
He slowly opened his eyes and met Xu Lu's misty gaze.
She was straddling him, her slender waist slightly twisting, her snow-white skin shimmering like pearls in the morning light. Her long hair cascaded down, with a few strands stuck to her flushed cheeks, adding to her allure.
Her red lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue gently licking the corner of her lips, her voice sweetly lazy with a hint of playful charm: "Awake?"
Chen Nan chuckled softly, his large hand naturally resting on her waist, his palm against her delicate skin, his fingertips gently rubbing her waist hollow, his voice husky and magnetic as he had just woken up: "So passionate so early in the morning?"
