Continuing to Push Your Luck

Xia Wanyuan also sensed the movements of the servant not far away. She looked down and saw that her legs were wrapped around Jun Shiling's waist. Xia Wanyuan's face immediately heated up and she struggled to get down.

No matter how she messed around in the bedroom, there were only the two of them. Now that the servant saw this, Xia Wanyuan felt that it was too inappropriate.

"Don't move." Jun Shiling's voice was low and even clearly hoarse. The hand on Xia Wanyuan's waist pressed even tighter. "They've already left. If you move again, don't watch the television drama later."

Feeling Jun Shiling's body lines, Xia Wanyuan's earlobes were as red as blood, but she did not dare to move anymore and allowed Jun Shiling to carry her back to the bedroom.

"Quick, turn on the television. It's starting." Once she entered the bedroom, before Jun Shiling could do anything else, Xia Wanyuan rolled onto the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.