It was at this moment that Joanna Lawrence reacted.
Apparently, what Ashton Heath said about "sleeping" was meant literally.
Had she actually misunderstood again?!
Thinking of her various imaginations just now, she was feeling extremely embarrassed.
Ah ah ah, just now, she even thought he was shameless, a big pervert who didn't respect her enough.
Turned out, it was her own dirty thoughts!
That initial kiss and everything else now... she was merely overthinking.
When had her thoughts become so dirty?
Thankfully, Ashton Heath was already asleep and didn't know she misunderstood him, otherwise, she would have definitely been deeply mortified.
Joanna's face was burning hot, as if heat was radiating from every pore of her skin.
Without looking, she knew her face must be flushed red.
The man's tall and slender body was pressing on her, motionless, making Joanna, who was beneath him, appear especially delicate and tiny, completely covered by him.