But just as she lay down, Mu Ri moved over, and then put an arm around Shen Anlingzi's waist.
Shen Anlingzi's eyes shot open, and she whispered harshly, "What are you doing?"
She tried to pry Mu Ri's hand off, but he ended up holding her hand tightly against him.
"Shh, I just want to hold you while I sleep." Mu Ri's breath on the back of her neck made Shen Anlingzi's body tense, her heart pounding wildly, unused to it. She endured the discomfort all over, whispering, "No, let me go."
She wasn't a fool, nor a naive little girl. A man and a woman, both in good health, lying on the same bed, how could nothing happen?
The idea of talking all night under the covers would only fool a three-year-old.
Not to mention, the person behind her was Mu Ri, notorious for his conquests among women.
"It's really just sleeping," his voice continued from behind, but in her ears, it seemed even huskier than before, carrying a kind of sensual allure, lingering around her.
