Lu Jinchen's eyes darkened as he approached the bed, his sharp gaze locking onto the woman sleeping peacefully on his sheets. A slow, sinful smirk played on his lips. Even in sleep, she was a temptation he couldn't ignore.
A stray strand of hair had fallen over her face, and his fingers itched to push it away. He reached forward, but the moment his fingertips brushed against her cheek, her eyes snapped open. Before he could react, her hands shot out and seized his wrist.
In a fluid motion, she flipped him, forcing his back against the mattress. Her body straddled his waist effortlessly. The sleepiness in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a razor-sharp alertness. Her palm pressed against his bare chest, and the warmth of her touch sent an unexpected jolt through him.
Lu Jinchen smirked, his voice thick with amusement. "Xia Yuqing, answer me honestly. Why do you always react like this? Are you a secret agent? Is this whole 'reporter' thing just a cover?"
