Qin Miaomiao woke up and found it was already noon the next day. As she stretched lazily, a wave of soreness coursed through her body. Looking down, she noticed her skin covered in kiss marks. She cursed under her breath:
"That beast!"
"Who are you calling a beast?"
Qin Miaomiao shot back:
"You, of course!"
Only after she said it did she realize—who had just spoken?
Her body stiffened, and she turned her head slightly to see Lu Qing propped up, looking at her as though toying with a kitten. His fingers twirled her hair, an act that felt almost destined.
Scenes from last night suddenly flooded Qin Miaomiao's mind, and she hastily pushed his hand away, grabbed at the bedsheet, and tried to get out of bed.
But as she tugged at the sheet, it exposed him—he wasn't even wearing clothes!
Her eyes inadvertently landed on something inappropriate, and she quickly turned her gaze elsewhere in a panic.
"Y-you… put on some clothes right now!"
