Lin Yi's hand landed on Zhao Jing's body as he gazed at her with a smile.
"Seems like something's missing."
Zhao Jing raised her head and wiggled her petite nose.
"Then tell me, what should I drink."
Lin Yi held the wine glass, slowly pouring it over Zhao Jing's chest.
"Bad boy!"
With that, Zhao Jing moved closer, and a grand battle was about to unfold.
...
The next morning, when Lin Yi woke up, it was already after nine.
Zhao Jing was no longer beside him. After coming out of the bedroom, he saw her preparing breakfast.
She was still wearing the same black spaghetti strap nightgown from last night, but it felt quite different.
She seemed more womanly.
"Quickly wash up and come eat."
Lin Yi didn't rush over but instead walked over to Zhao Jing and hugged her waist.
Before Lin Yi could do anything, Zhao Jing's body softened.
"Why, didn't last night tire you out enough?"
"Such things need a morning exercise to be complete."
"So naughty."
