Ah Da suddenly stopped struggling, listening to his steady breathing, and she gradually relaxed as well.
Surrounded by the moonlit night, drenched in its tender silver glow.
Suddenly, Ah Da felt extremely hot, as if her body housed a furnace burning with fierce flames, and a scalding breath spread throughout her with each pulse, prompting her to kick away the covers.
Her hands fumbled with her clothes and accidentally touched the person beside her. His arm was cool, like ice, and she reached out, only to press her body against his as well.
Ever since Qin Yu had been devoid of Ah Da's calming scent, his sleep quality had been poor, often dozing off with his eyes closed. Tonight, having forced her to share his bed, he had finally slept well.
