Provocation from the Young Lady
He took off his coat and set it aside, then lifted the blanket and lay down. The mild warmth of the bed made his scent even more prominent. Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her head against his chest, then propped her legs up.
Jiang Yexun's large palm gently covered her thighs, grazing them through her nightwear. After standing outside for a while, the young girl felt a bit cold. Jiang Yexun, feeling sorry for her, held her tighter in his embrace.
"Next time someone knocks, you don't have to worry. Just stay in bed. My mother and I will answer the door," he warned with concern.
"Okay," Su Xiaoxiao responded softly and vaguely.
Her restless little feet rubbed against his waist, then lifted his clothes, landing directly on his abdominal muscles. The slightly cool temperature aroused Jiang Yexun, who had little sleep left, waking him up completely.
He grabbed the mischievous ankle of the young girl. His rough palm clearly felt the smooth and tender skin on her legs, akin to silken tofu.