「The next day.」
Wen Ci rolled over, bumping against a hard chest. The sky outside was still dark. She opened her eyes to see the man's face, his features peaceful in sleep.
She reached out and gently stroked Huo Jingyuan's brow.
His skin felt incredibly smooth. A smile played on her lips as she spied the red mark on his neck; last night, her personal furnace had softly coaxed her into leaving it there.
Huo Jingyuan's eyes fluttered open. They were like obsidian, gleaming with a comfortable drowsiness. He squinted. "Awake so early?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Under the covers, Huo Jingyuan was bare-chested, and she could feel the palpable heat rolling off him. Early morning was a notoriously difficult time for a man to rein himself in.
His large, hot hand settled on Wen Ci's waist, pulling her closer. "How about we go again?" he asked, his voice slow and deliberate.
Wen Ci: "…"
She shot Huo Jingyuan a sharp glare.
