The soft, slippery touch of that leg was distinct from the roughness of a man's skin. The unique delicacy of a woman's touch made Wen Suihan's nerves instantly tense up.
Wen Suihan suddenly sprang up from the bed, and the very next second, the sleep lamp also turned on.
He propped up one long leg, sat on the bed, and incredulously surveyed the person who had unexpectedly appeared under the blanket.
Jiang Yi was still sleeping soundly, nearly hidden beneath the fluffy, deep gray blanket. If it weren't for a strand of long hair peeking out from the edge, it would be tough to notice her.
Wen Suihan's temples throbbed.
He couldn't understand when Jiang Yi had crept into his bedroom; wasn't she sleeping deeply in the guest room?
Wen Suihan's irritation was already evident on his face as he reached out to pull back his own blanket.
And the very next second, he was utterly frozen.