Li Yao stepped quietly into the dimly lit room, her footsteps soft as feathers. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a pale glow across the bed where Meng Hao lay, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm of slumber.
With a subtle breath, she approached.
In one smooth motion, she climbed onto the bed, her slender form straddling his. Her gaze lingered on his face—peaceful, yet still bearing the innate sharpness of someone always prepared, even in sleep.
A mischievous smile touched her lips.
Slowly, deliberately, her hand moved. Fingers brushed against his waist as she reached for the waistband of his robe and gently tugged it down, revealing the skin beneath.
But just as her hand slipped lower, Meng Hao stirred.
His eyes fluttered open, golden irises gleaming in the faint moonlight. For a breath, surprise flickered in them—then faded, replaced by something deeper… knowing.
