Hotel
The sunlight reflected through the window made Su Xiaoya squint, unable to keep her eyes open.
Looking at the scattered rose petals beside the pillow, she wanted to pick one up and smell it.
Before she could fully regain her senses, a long arm wrapped around her from behind and pulled her into an embrace.
Lan Yening, still half-asleep, softly called out to her, "Xiao Ya… my dear little sister..."
The face so close to hers was stunningly beautiful; his voice carried a gentle warmth and a husky tenderness that was terribly captivating.
Su Xiaoya's face turned red. She felt as if she had lost her mind—why had such a thing happened?
Hurriedly, she pushed Lan Yening away and tried to get out of bed to put on her clothes.
But he instinctively wrapped his arm around her slender waist and effortlessly pressed her back onto the bed.
Lan Yening looked entirely innocent and said, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ya. It's my fault—I couldn't control my emotions."
