"Get away from me!"
Qin Youxuan huffed and turned her head away.
She grabbed the blanket, rolled herself up in it, and just as she was about to move to the side, the slightest movement made her involuntarily gasp for air.
Every move came stiffly like a marionette's.
She couldn't clearly recall how he had devoured her last night, but when she woke up, she found herself hoarse even to speak.
"Given you all my reserves, and you're still not satisfied?"
Knowing exactly what she was angry about, Dan Hanjie still deliberately pulled her into his embrace with a low, teasing voice.
"Slap—"
Qin Youxuan slapped away his hand and tried to get up from his embrace in a hurry, but she didn't stand steady and fell back against his chest.
She punched him with a clenched fist.
"How many times did you torment me last night?"
"Let me count, once, twice… six times, seven times... seems like I forgot."
Each number Hanjie dropped made Youxuan's cat-like eyes widen a bit more.
