The weather is very hot.
But given An Nishang's status, the room still had the luxury of air conditioning.
An Nishang and Chen Che were only covered with a thin blanket, but it couldn't stop the fine sweat from sticking their bodies closely together.
Chen Che could smell the faint fragrance emitted from An Nishang's body.
It's hard to imagine a woman like An Nishang would curl up and sleep in his arms, with a lingering blush on her exquisite face.
Chen Che's fingers caressed the line of her spine, feeling the fragrant jade in his embrace.
Strangely enough, recalling memories from the mind, the earlier An Nishang would never cling to him and sleep in his arms after being done with Chen Che.
It was more like finishing a task; An Nishang would sleep back-to-back on the other side, and Chen Che wouldn't dare to actively hold her waist.
How could it be like now?
Memories suggest that the original host was too cowardly to dare to hold that waist.
