Wen Jiaren once again grabbed Mu Qian's arm, which was tightly wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, something hard pressed up against her from behind, pressing firmly against her sensitive spot.
Her hand reacted faster than her brain, reflexively reaching back. By the time her brain registered what it was, her hand had already pulled away…
The man behind her inhaled sharply, his body trembling slightly.
Wen Jiaren's face flushed with heat, and she instantly withdrew her hand. If they were under light, one could surely see her entire skin blushing red like a cooked shrimp. The man's voice, slightly hoarse, rang in her ear again, "Lady Wen, don't feel like sleeping? Or want to start something with me? I wouldn't mind satisfying…"
"No, I'm sleeping, I'm already asleep, goodnight."
After speaking, Wen Jiaren bit her lip tightly, nearly piercing her own lips: Look at the foolish thing she did!
