The weather in An City was just right, neither cold nor hot, making it quite comfortable to sleep under the covers. Because the man confined her by his side, Song Qiao didn't immediately struggle. She stretched her hand out from under the blanket, resting it on top of it, and since she hadn't had a shower last night due to being hospitalized, she had taken a bath before bed and put on a comfortable spaghetti strap nightgown.
At this moment, she rested both hands on the blanket, and it immediately slipped down revealing shoulders and arms as smooth as jade. Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she spoke innocently, "It's clearly you who couldn't control yourself, yet you insist on pushing the responsibility onto me, Lu Jingchen, why are you like this?"
She had just woken up and was still feeling sleepy, unable to help yawning lightly with her hand over her mouth, her eyes somewhat blurry, which made Lu Jingchen find her even more enticing.
