Su Qinglan finally stirred in her sleep, but she immediately felt like she was trapped in a furnace.
The embrace around her was so intensely hot that she felt like she was actually scorching. Suffocating under the heavy weight, she tried to poke her head out from the blanket just to catch a breath of cool air.
Before she could wiggle free, the grip around her waist suddenly tightened. She stiffened, but as she inhaled, she was immediately bathed in a deeply familiar scent.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, blinking against the darkness.
The room was incredibly dim; it seemed the night had already arrived. Feeling the oppressive heat, she reached down and tried to pry the heavy arm away from her waist.
The moment her fingers touched his skin, the arm instantly went rigid. With a sudden, powerful tug, she was pulled backward, crashing straight into a solid, warm chest.
As her bare back rubbed directly against his front, a jolt of awareness snapped through her.
