However, Nanrong Wanqing showed no reaction, as if she had not heard his calling.
Seeing that she did not wake up, Ling Chen gave a sly smile and quietly slipped his hand under the quilt, wrapping it around her delicate body. His large hand slowly slid up from her lower abdomen, teasing her skin. Not sure whether it was the unusual sensation from her body that she felt, but Nanrong Wanqing's body trembled slightly.
Feeling her stir, Ling Chen's instinctual masculine side grew more rampant, almost overcome with the impulse to take things further right there and then.
Under his gentle movements, Nanrong Wanqing finally reacted, twisting softly and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Wanqing, stop sleeping, I..."
Ling Chen leaned towards her ear, whispering softly. Before he could finish, Nanrong Wanqing had already turned her head, her sleepy eyes focusing on him.
Their eyes met, and Ling Chen was momentarily taken aback, his mind seemingly going blank.
"Ah!"