Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yun Shishi’s subtle movements woke the man up.
He had always been a light sleeper. When he was younger, his grandfather had sent him to a military camp for special training. There, he developed an amazing alertness and easily woke up from sleep at the slightest movement.
“Are you awake?”
He bent his head to get close to her. His snug breathing warmed her cheeks and made her blush.
His sleepy, baritone voice, which was magnetic to her, sounded slightly lazy and hoarse.
Her heart pounded alarmingly at his question.
She did not respond but, instead, quickly shut her eyes and lay motionless like a stone.
This was her first time sleeping with a man. She was so nervous she could not breathe properly. Her highly strung nerves made her pant erratically and hold her breath.
One needed to understand that she had never been in a relationship before, let alone hold a man’s hand. This was truly her first time to share a bed with a man, so she was very nervous and did not know where to put her hands.
Mu Yazhe chuckled quietly.
This woman is pretending to be asleep in front of me?
What poor acting skills; anyone can tell she’s just pretending. Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t have her son’s pure acting talent.
“I know you are awake.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she still did not open her eyes.
She suddenly flipped to her side and pretended to sleep talk. She muttered unintelligibly as she edged toward the side of the bed, wanting to stay far away from this despicable man.
He rose slightly from the bed, lazily propped his head in one hand, and laughingly watched her antics.
Her resistance was useless to him.
He saw her in danger of falling off the bed from edging too far to the side and could no longer resist asking with bemusement, “Are you trying to run away now?”
He tittered. She’s so stupid; only running away after I had my ways with her. Isn’t it a bit too late?
The man reached out his hand and pulled her back into his embrace. Her head spun as her breath hitched. She almost let out a scream.
When she opened her eyes into slits again, she saw his handsome face close to hers.
He flipped on top of her. Propping himself up with his arms, he admired her shy look as she lay under him.
She was deeply flustered. Oh, god. Why did I have to wake up? Why can’t I just die in my sleep?
Waking up to this awkward situation, she did not know how to face it.
“Are you awake or still pretending to be asleep?”
She refused to open her mouth out of sheer embarrassment. With her eyes tightly shut, she was hoping to bluff him.
The man did not want to give it a pass, though.
His lips curled into a mischievous smile. With one hand clasping her face, he asked, “Open your eyes and look at me, eh?”
He did not use force on her. She kept her mouth and eyes firmly shut.
She knew she would feel more ashamed if she opened her eyes.
The soft, king-size bed dipped; it would be his playground now.
She might refuse to open her eyes, but he had his ways to ‘wake’ her up.
Pressing on top of her, he proceeded to do it with her in this posture.
