When Bai Xiao woke up, An Zhiyuan was leaning against her shoulder, his gentle breaths brushing against her skin. It tickled, warm with his unique temperature. His body temperature was always much higher than hers, like a furnace—a difference, perhaps, between men and women.
Isn't this the so-called masculine energy?
She secretly took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips together, her heartbeat and skin's warmth shifting with the rhythm of his breathing.
Suppressing a smile, she thought to herself that she'd seemingly evaded scrutiny last night.
Yet the puzzling part was, in her experience, An Zhiyuan was never one to linger in bed. His biological clock was practically more accurate than an alarm. But today, why was he still here?
Gently pulling aside the quilt, she slid closer, her face pressing against his chest. His body really was so wonderfully comfortable.
Then she heard a soft chuckle from above her head.
