232. Compulsion, Learn to Face

In the early morning, a strip of sunshine peeked through the curtain slits, casting down onto the peacefully sleeping man on the bed. The light dusted him with a golden hue, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly glow.

Song Qinghuan's obsidian-like eyes, vivid and lively, blinked slowly as her brain began to whir into action...

Didn't she fall asleep on the living room couch last night? How did she end up on the bed? Did Shi Yuhuan carry her here?

The man, who had been deeply asleep until now, stirred a little.

Incrementally changing his sleeping position, he reached out with one hand, hooking it around Shi Yuhuan's slim waist effortlessly.

The movement seemingly pulled Shi Yuhuan toward him involuntarily. When her nose bumped against his chest, strong as iron, she winced in pain.

Slowly, Shi Yuhuan opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile as he greeted, "Good morning."

His voice was alluringly sexy, delicate and velvety.