An Chuyu had intended to go to sleep early, but Xi Zheng's antics left her body even more tired, yet her mind was fully awake. Turning to look at his content expression, she just wanted to kick him to relieve her frustration.
Such a bastard, caring only for himself and not others.
Xi Zheng pulled the pillow up to prop himself, leaning lazily against it with the quilt slipping down from his shoulder, revealing half of his bare chest. The clean lines of his muscles were as distinct as if carved in white jade.
He smiled while looking at her and couldn't resist uttering more flirtatious words. Seeing her frown as if too lazy to bother with him, he laughed even harder, shoulders shaking.
An Chuyu warned him, "Enough is enough."
Xi Zheng stifled his laughter, humbly massaging her shoulders, pleading for mercy, "Forgive this one, I won't dare next time."
An Chuyu broke into a chuckle, instantly dissipating her anger.