Xia Liang rolled over and stretched out an arm, only to grasp at empty air. He paused for a second, then turned his head to look. A petite figure was shrouded in a blanket, huddled in the corner by the bed, biting her lower lip and staring intently at him.
Xia Liang's eyebrows arched. He propped his head up with his hand and smiled back at her.
That said, even though I was the one who brought her home last night, and we were up all night… I never really got a good look at Ling Ji. This girl is actually quite pretty. She has a baby face and long, flowing hair. Her petite yet curvy figure was curled up tightly, a sight that would make any man struggle to contain his protective instinct.
