Peach Color Threat2_1

An Ning's eyelids kept fighting each other as her brain became increasingly muddled.

She peeled off her face mask and dropped it onto the floor before falling into sleep.

With a 'click,' the door to the room opened.

Yu Jingchen, just out of a meeting and reeking of cigarette smoke, entered the bedroom.

The first sight that greeted him was an enticingly beautiful sleeping beauty.

Unable to control himself, he stripped off his clothes and climbed onto the bed.

An acrid smell of smoke directly invaded An Ning's throat.

"Cough, cough..." she coughed uncontrollably twice.

Yu Jingchen, not minding the odor emanating from his body, seized her jaw and kissed her lips.

"Mmm..." An Ning, suddenly unable to breathe, opened her eyes abruptly.

Then she saw a face too familiar to mistake.

She gently shook her head, trying to dodge his kiss.

...

The next morning, An Ning woke up from her exhaustion, yawning.

With her eyes still closed, she instinctively felt for something beside her.