Making Up

The next day.

When the sun rose, Tang Wu, whose body clock was always on time, opened her eyes.

A hand rested on her waist, her slender back pressed against a firm and broad chest.

Tang Wu immediately tensed up. She shook off that hand and wanted to lift the blanket to get off the bed.

But the next second, she was pulled into his arms again.

The fresh and clean masculine scent filled her nose. Tang Wu raised her hand and separated his face from hers.

She did not know when he came last night.

"Lan Yue, just because I chose to believe you doesn't mean that you can go overboard…"

Lan Yue slowly opened his dark eyes. He had just woken up and there was a trace of laziness on his handsome face. Looking at her angry face, he said hoarsely, "Can you call me Sister?"

What?

Tang Wu froze and looked at him in surprise.

"Sister."