Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't dare to move. She recalled what happened last night: she snuggled under the blanket, and he casually untied the bathrobe on her. Then came a long wait, and she fell asleep.
Moreover, neither of them wore clothes to bed.
Last night, didn't he do anything to her?
Her eyes slowly looked down, and she immediately closed them in embarrassment. Under the white blanket, the two were honest with each other.
Beitang Yao had told her that it was a man's normal morning reaction. Thinking of this, she quickly held her breath, lying motionless, afraid to wake the master of the towering presence, because then, she herself would be in trouble.
Beitang Yao seemed to notice the movement, frowned slightly, and opened his sleepy eyes.
Last night he had held himself back painfully, struggling until almost dawn before falling asleep.
