In her sleep, Su Qinglan felt something warm and sticky coating her fingers.
"Baby..." she murmured groggily, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Did you wet the bed again?"
Shi Feng, who was still floating in a cloud of pure bliss, felt like he had been doused with ice water. His eyes snapped open, and his face turned a deep, bruised purple from sheer embarrassment.
Did he just get accused of wetting the bed?
"You think I... I would never!" he whispered hoarsely, though he was so flustered his voice cracked.
He sat up abruptly, his heart racing as he looked down at Su Qinglan. He checked her face from every angle, praying to the beast gods that she was still asleep.
Her eyes were still closed, but her hand, the one covered in the evidence of his climax, was held up in the air as if she were waiting for a cloth.
