The weather in An City was just right, neither cold nor hot, so sleeping under the blanket was quite comfortable. Song Qiao, who had not struggled right away because of the man's restraint at her side, had drawn a hand out from beneath the blanket to rest on top of it. Moreover, since she hadn't bathed the previous night because of staying in the hospital, she had taken a bath before going to sleep and put on a more comfortable spaghetti strap nightgown.
At this moment, both her hands were resting on the blanket, and as it slipped down, it immediately revealed shoulders and arms as smooth as jade. She looked at the handsome face in front of her and spoke with innocent accusation, "It's obviously you who couldn't control yourself, yet you push all the responsibility onto me. Lu Jingchen, how can you be like this?"
