Transmigrated as the Wicked Villainess, Clinging to a Powerful Patron Is the Best Way to Survive

“Someone not only sleeps terribly, but also likes to roll into other people's arms.”

Gu Changyuan's low, husky voice was laced with the languor of someone just waking up. Like a feather teasing Shen Yuejiao's eardrum, every word made her want to die of shame. His arm around her waist was strong and solid, his palm pressed against her lower abdomen through the thin fabric of her nightclothes, its warmth scorching.

“That's not true! You're the one who...” Shen Yuejiao was flustered and furious. She tried to turn around to argue, but he held her tightly, leaving her unable to move. All she could do was twist helplessly.

That movement pressed her back even more snugly against his chest. She could clearly feel the contours of his chest muscles and his heartbeat suddenly quickening.

Gu Changyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. His arm tightened around her involuntarily, drawing her deeper into his embrace. Her body was soft, warm with the morning's first heat and carrying a faint, sweet scent that was uniquely hers. It mingled with the cool sandalwood fragrance around him, creating a dizzying intimacy.

“What am I?” He lowered his head until the tip of his nose nearly touched her reddened ear. His hot breath brushed her sensitive neck, and his voice sank into something more dangerous. “The evidence is right here. Still trying to deny it?”