Finally leaning against him, she rubbed her small face against his back and her lips curled up into a triumphant smile.
Her movements weren't big, but they were far from small. How could a man as highly alert as Lu Jinyang not feel her actions?
So the answer was: this man was feigning sleep.
Her soft, boneless hand gently trailed up and then down along his abs, and just as she was about to touch a certain spot, a large hand suddenly grasped hers.
"Don't provoke me."
The man's deep and husky voice came through, and Zhuang Shuqing curved her lips; she intended to provoke him, push him to his limit.
He'd left her hanging all night without a single word, an unprecedented event.
She was the type of person who didn't like to put off today's matters for tomorrow, disliked arguing overnight, so she had to clear things up today before she could sleep.
But after he spoke those words, there were no more sounds from him. Quietly holding her restless hand, he went back to sleep.
