The night outside was so thick it felt like it couldn't be dissolved, and everything around was quiet, as if the whole world was sleeping.
The air was bitingly cold, yet the temperature in the bedroom was steadily rising.
Shen Tang felt feverish, her throat dry and tight. She wanted to disguise her discomfort by going to open the window, but Xiao Jin pulled her back into his embrace.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice low, repeating the same question.
Shen Tang's face flushed red at once, sneaking a glance at him. This dog of a man was casually draped in a robe, with nothing underneath.
The belt at his waist was tied loosely, as if it could be untied with a gentle tug, like a gift that could be unwrapped at will.
She and Xiao Jin had only just defined their relationship, far from being an old married couple. Right now, she felt her face burning and her heart racing uncontrollably.
But Xiao Jin simply took her hand to guide.
"Hiss... You hurt me."
