His palm was no longer as soft as it used to be. It had grown somewhat rough, and its light touch tickled.
Her drowsiness disturbed, a flicker of irritation arose within her. Liang Wan irritably pulled his hand over, pinning it under her arm to stop him from moving it again.
But the man above her let out a low, mischievous laugh and, through the thin fabric of her clothes, took the chance to grasp a soft mound.
Liang Wan's entire body trembled, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
That delicate, trembling sound made her blush to the roots of her hair, her cheeks burning hot.
'This wasn't controlling him at all. This was an open invitation, eagerly delivering myself into the palm of his hand for him to do with as he pleased.'
'How could she possibly feel sleepy now?'
Liang Wan's eyes flew open and she glared at him, anxiously reaching for the hand that held her captive. "That's not what I meant—"
"Oh—"
