The night sky should have been bright with stars, the street outside empty, and the hotel asleep in the night.
Under the quilt, the two crimson shrimp were almost melting from each other's warmth.
Moist, sultry, with frequent sound of waves.
Unsure how much time had passed, Yu Xia again felt a scorching touch, followed by a cool damp towel wiping her hand.
She was dizzy throughout, sleepy and exhausted and angry, but she clearly felt him push aside her long hair and kiss the tip of her ear before leaving.
"Good girl," he said hoarsely with restraint, "Go to sleep."
It was like a spell for a good night's sleep, and she drifted off again.
She didn't know how he left, nor whether Ling Luo and Luo Sheng noticed he moved.
The next morning, she woke up at seven, roused by Ling Luo.
If her arm wasn't genuinely sore, she'd believe last night was just a dream.
She got ready and ran into Xie Qingci who was just about to come in.
