As soon as she walked in, there was a picture of a sleeping beauty—Ou Mingxuan, shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, with a thin blanket covering most of it, making it look as if he wasn't wearing anything…
Even Qin Mengying couldn't help but marvel from a purely appreciative angle.
"Ou Mingxuan, wake up!" Qin Mengying walked to the bed and gave the man a little push.
"Mmm... my wife…"
"Wake up, your secretary just called me. It seems there's something urgent at your company…"
"My wife…" Ou Mingxuan, not knowing whether he actually heard her or not, stretched out a long arm and suddenly pulled her onto himself. His warm breath sprayed against her ear. "My wife… why do you only come into my room when I'm dreaming…"
Qin Mengying: "…"
She sighed helplessly, placing her hands on his chest trying to stand up, but as soon as she moved, Ou Mingxuan let out a low, hoarse groan.
Qin Mengying then felt his body's excited reaction and immediately blushed furiously.
