Zhao Yanzi slightly moved her shoulder.
She was being held tightly by Hao Ren, and her body was very warm.
Hao Ren's right arm that was originally resting on her waist was now laying on her chest through her armpit. Although his arm was only lightly resting on her chest, his thumb was still pressing against her chest.
The rhythm of Hao Ren's breathing passed through Zhao Yanzi's ears, and his strong thighs were supporting Zhao Yanzi's butt. She let Hao Ren hold her tightly as she was afraid to move.
The sound of ocean waves came from outside.
A cool breeze entered the room through the window.
The ocean, dawn, peace, warmth... all the elements of romanticism.
"Jerk..." Zhao Yanzi looked down at Hao Ren's hand that was resting on her chest and complained in her mind.