Early the next morning, she woke up.
Feng Chengyue opened her eyes after a full sleep, stretched lazily, and when she saw the little strawberry marks all over her body, she was so embarrassed that her face turned red, not knowing what to say.
Then she looked at the man sleeping beside her, who was holding her in his arms, his strong forearm resting around her waist. She curled her lips mischievously, wanting to reach out and tap his nose.
But before she could reach out, the door was pushed open, and the face that appeared startled her into a scream.
"Ah!"
She quickly pulled the blanket over her chest.
Mai Manxiang saw those marks. Unlike the last time, when her jealousy was hard to conceal, she seemed to be gradually accepting reality, nurturing a sense of envy.
