As his hand slid down toward her ankle—a sensitive spot, perhaps—the girl suddenly flinched away. After teetering on Chen Yuan's back for a moment, she settled her feet on him again.
He heard a contented hum.
Her bare feet swayed gently, as if giving him a massage.
Each toe was like a small, plump, pink bun, pressing into the skin on his back. The sensation was wonderful—like the nodes on a back massager, only much softer.
It wasn't that the bedroom was perfectly quiet, but the sounds were just white noise and didn't disturb his rest.
The window must have been cracked open, because Chen Yuan could hear the sound of cars passing outside. Their tires hissed against the pavement, the sound approaching from a distance before fading away, only to be replaced by the next vehicle.
