He covered the thin quilt over the bed.
Her shoulders were slender like jade, and a few strawberry marks spread across her collarbone.
Seeing the young woman's brow slightly furrowed, showing signs of being woken up, Gong Yeyan raised his hand to turn off the alarm.
The very next second, her eyebrows and eyes gently softened, the sleeping figure had no hint of aggression, like a lazy, luxurious cat snuggling up to him, her cheek rubbing against him.
Taking the small, cute, and uniquely designed alarm clock into his hand, a smile formed at the corner of the man's mouth.
She was the one who had set the alarm.
Afraid of oversleeping and being found out sleeping together.
Last night, they drank some wine, slightly tipsy but not completely unconscious.
Because they were in her room, a place she had lived from childhood closely resembling the chambers of ancient young maidens, a sly idea naturally arose in the man's heart.
