The warmth from Huo Jingting's body never faded, remaining scorching and hot to the touch.
As Gu Nanqiao kept wiping, she noticed his body had a distinct reaction.
In his sleep, his hand unconsciously reached down. Seeing this, her face turned bright red, and she quickly pulled the blanket over him to cover his action.
Huo Jingting let out a muffled hum and suddenly sat up from the bed.
His brows furrowed tightly, his body slightly bent, he reached out and grabbed her hand, placing it under the covers.
Gu Nanqiao was pulled forward by him, violently colliding into his embrace.
Huo Jingting breathed heavily, his palm holding the back of her head, pressing down for a kiss.
There still seemed to be a lingering scent of perfume on him; even though she had wiped him once, it hadn't completely disappeared.
He held her and kissed for a while. After feeling her presence, the taut string in him gradually relaxed, and he lay back down to continue sleeping.
