The soft, slippery touch of that leg was distinct from the roughness of a man’s skin.
The unique delicacy of a woman’s touch made Wen Suihan’s nerves instantly tense up.
Wen Suihan suddenly sprang up from the bed, and the very next second, the sleep lamp also turned on.
He propped up one long leg, sat on the bed, and incredulously surveyed the person who had unexpectedly appeared under the blanket.
Jiang Yi was still sleeping soundly, nearly hidden beneath the fluffy, deep gray blanket.
If it weren’t for a strand of long hair peeking out from the edge, it would be tough to notice her.
Wen Suihan’s temples throbbed.
He couldn’t understand when Jiang Yi had crept into his bedroom; wasn’t she sleeping deeply in the guest room?
Wen Suihan’s irritation was already evident on his face as he reached out to pull back his own blanket.
And the very next second, he was utterly frozen.
Jiang Yi had curled herself up into a large shrimp, lying sideways on his bed.
Her fair and tight skin glowed a soft, shallow light under the pale yellow sleep lamp.
She wasn’t resting peacefully.
Wen Suihan threw the blanket back over her.
It wasn’t just his nerves that were tense any longer.
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Jiang Yi’s head was covered by the blanket once more, maybe because she was feeling suffocated.
First two slender arms stretched out from under the blanket, and then began to tug the blanket down off her body.
Wen Suihan stood up wanting to get off the bed, but his waist was embraced by Jiang Yi from behind.
Looking down, he noticed two fair arms wrapped around his waist.
Jiang Yi’s arms had beautiful lines, her fingers slender yet shapely, and they didn’t seem skinny.
Wen Suihan, who had intended to pry her arms apart, suddenly stopped.
He half-turned, only to find Jiang Yi crying.
She was holding onto Wen Suihan’s waist but buried her face in the blanket, crying bitterly.
“Why did you take my crab roe pastry…
Where did I not do well enough that you don’t want me anymore…”
A storm was brewing in Wen Suihan’s eyes for no apparent reason.
“Let go,” he muttered, his voice deep and chilling.
Jiang Yi, not only did not let go, but pressed her entire body against him, lying on his back.
If it were just a matter of her pressing against him, Wen Suihan wouldn’t have reacted so strongly, but she was wearing too little.
The unique softness of a woman pressed against his back.
For an instant, he thought he was going insane.
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“Don’t go…
stay, okay?
Please…”
Her voice was as soft as an abandoned cat.
Despite his grim expression, Wen Suihan still said sternly, “I can stay, but you must not move around.
Lie down properly.”
This time, Jiang Yi complied.
She let go obediently, her eyes brimming and sorrowful as she gazed at him.
Wen Suihan bent down, picked up the blanket from the bed, and wrapped her up tightly.
Wen Suihan promised not to leave and leaned against the headboard, allowing her arm to circle around his waist.
He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t move!”
“Okay,” she responded softly, but not a moment did she stay still.
Eventually, she stopped fidgeting.
Her arm rested in a position that was fairly comfortable for both, pinned firmly by Wen Suihan.
As time ticked by, looking down at the hand he had pressed against his waist, Wen Suihan felt it was enough!
No matter how agitated he was, he never removed that arm from himself.
It was destined to be a long night without sleep.