Midnight.
Mingzhu was sleeping in a daze when she suddenly found herself in a steamy embrace.
Her subconscious told her, Yun Zhen had returned home.
She didn't move.
She let him hold her.
His scorching gaze roamed over her face, like a predator eyeing its prey.
After a moment, something soft began to wreak havoc on her lips.
Roving everywhere.
Then a pair of hands slid under the hem of her nightgown.
Calloused fingertips slowly caressed, completely disturbing Mingzhu's sweet sleep.
She opened her eyes and glanced at the man.
Mingzhu threw his hand away, turned over, and continued to sleep.
Yun Zhen was fiercely clingy.
He cuddled closely against Mingzhu from behind.
In a small voice, he asked, "Zhu Zhu, don't you miss me?"
"Hmm, don't miss you."
Yun Zhen didn't like hearing this.
His cool fingers moved along her waistline.
