Don't Turn On The Lights

Ji Shiting's hoarse and lazy voice rang in her ears. Perhaps he sensed she was about to leave his embrace and thus hugged her tighter.

Ye Shengge's body was stiff, and her taut skin closest to him felt numb.

"You seem well, huh?" The man chuckled and bit her earlobe. "How about another round?"

"No…" Ye Shengge said. "I… I need to get up…"

"It's still dark. Close your eyes and sleep." He pinched her waist and said in a hoarse voice, "Or let's do it again."

Ye Shengge immediately shut her eyes.

She swallowed hard and urged herself to sleep, but she couldn't do so at all.

She had been sleeping alone ever since her parents died, and she had never been so intimate with anyone, let alone men.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, or maybe she had hysteria?

However… everything was so clear that she couldn't lie to herself regardless whether it was the burning sensation of his touch, or his breathing.