After "compensating" Shi Wei, the girl's head drooped even lower. A misty haze clouded her light coffee-colored eyes, as if they were mysterious lakes luring someone into their depths.
Before the man could grasp her right hand, she had already retreated into the quilt, curling up into a ball.
Shi Wei unhurriedly put on his clothes and tossed all the crumpled tissues on the bed into the trash can.
He glanced at the time displayed on his phone screen, lifted the corner of the quilt, and embraced the girl from behind. "Zhizhi, sleep a little longer."
The man's low, satisfied voice reached her ears. The girl touched the tips of her ears, suppressing the shyness in her heart, and made a soft sound of agreement.
The first ray of morning sunlight poured into the master bedroom, its soft golden glow brushing over the girl's smooth, porcelain-like skin, leaving dappled patterns on her arms.
