Tang Shu felt like she was floating on the sea at this moment, or maybe on a cloud?
Her breathing was erratic, her mind a jumbled mess, and she found herself completely defenseless against Jing Yu, devoid of any strength, left with no choice but to cling to something close at hand... his collar.
The white collar, that was Jing Yu's silk pajamas.
By the time she took a fresh breath again, she didn't know how long she had been in that state.
"You..."
Her voice was hoarse, with a barely noticeable softness, almost causing Tang Shu to lose her composure on the spot. But before she could say anything, she found herself in his arms again, the hands that landed on her waist holding her even tighter.
"Don't talk."
Jing Yu's voice was also hoarse and deep, "Be good."
Tang Shu decisively didn't dare to say another word.
This silent stalemate lasted for a few minutes until it was finally broken by a rhythmic ringing from outside the door.
