After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Yan Xiaye slowly moved towards the man, holding her breath and carefully observing his reaction.
In the past, perhaps because she always woke up from nightmares, Li Yuntang was a light sleeper, always able to wake her from her nightmares at the first sign.
Therefore, her movements now had to be as careful as possible.
Her slender fingers gently touched the man's warm skin at his wrist, and Yan Xiaye felt that this act, akin to a nocturnal assault, was very much like that of a pervert, her clear, beautiful face flushing a touch of crimson under the moonlight.
But special times required special measures, as long as she was careful not to wake Li Yuntang, she could act as if nothing had happened after getting the look she wanted.
She silently lay beside the man for a moment, making sure he had not woken up, then she gathered her courage and slowly rolled up his sleeve.
