He closed his eyes, did not move, seemingly savoring, or perhaps allowing himself to continue sinking in this bridal chamber filled with feminine aura and the lingering charm of last night.
"Awake?"
Qin Qingluo's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Chen Yi turned his face; her eyes directly stared at him, while his hand still rested on that place, naturally feeling a bit timid, but in the end, with audacity born of desire, he squeezed forcefully before withdrawing.
Qin Qingluo frowned slightly, took a deep breath, but ultimately tolerated this rogue's offense.
"Qingluo... you woke up so early?" Chen Yi asked softly, tentatively.
"Do not call me by my name."
"...Prince." Chen Yi called respectfully, yet his hands behaved mischievously, wrapping around her waist, fingers wandering over her skin.
Qin Qingluo was disdainful of his minor actions, she pushed away his hand, slowly got up, and searched for new clothes.
