With a buzz, Jiang Yichun felt like he was set on fire in an instant. His body was aflame. This woman even dared to suggest he should warm her bed in her dreams. Did she understand what that meant?
Of course, her later comments about him kneeling down and singing Conquest slightly irked him. But being the magnanimous man he was, he decided to dismiss it as dream nonsense.
So it was said, men only hear what they want to hear. And all he had heard was about warming her bed. Everything else was brushed aside. His being driven by his primal urge was undeniable.
Bai Ruozhu turned and was practically lying face down. Despite his raging desires, Jiang Yichun couldn't steal a kiss from her lips anymore. He was increasingly restless. Not helping matters, Bai Ruozhu, despite her terrible sleeping position, managed to kick off half of her quilts and had her long leg raised, trapping the quilt between her thighs.