"Some people not only have a bad sleep state, but also like to roll into other people's arms."
Gu Changyuan's low and hoarse voice, with the laziness of just waking up, was like feathers scratching Shen Yuejiao's eardrums. Every word made her feel ashamed and angry. His arms around her waist were strong and strong, and his palms pressed against her belly through her thin pajamas, and the warmth was scorching.
"You're talking nonsense! It's obviously you..." Shen Yuejiao was anxious and angry. She wanted to turn around and retort, but she was trapped in his arms and couldn't move. She could only twist in vain.
With this movement, her back pressed closer to his chest, and she could even clearly feel the outline of his chest muscles and the suddenly accelerated heartbeat.
Gu Changyuan's Adam's apple rolled, and the arm around her unconsciously tightened a little more, burying her deeper into his arms. Her body was soft, with the unique warmth of morning and a hint of her sweet scent, intertwined with the cold sandalwood around him, forming a dizzying ambiguity.
"What am I?" He lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of her red ear, and his hot breath sprayed on the sensitive side of her neck. His voice became deeper and more dangerous, "The evidence is solid, and you still want to deny it?"
