And so, the couple spent the night steaming in sweat.
Wen Meimei was woken by the heat, as it was just beginning to lighten outside. Her body felt sticky, and her head a bit itchy, prompting her to think about getting up for a shower.
As soon as she lifted her hand, she hit the man's arm. Her head buzzed, and it felt like it exploded.
She mechanically turned her head, first seeing her own small hand resting on the man's arm, unconsciously pinching it, his muscles as hard as stone.
Wait, what was she doing?
Wen Meimei's face suddenly flushed red, and she withdrew her hand, carefully sitting up, looking down at the still-sleeping, sexy man.
The sharp and perfect contours, smooth and radiant skin, flawless features—he was ridiculously handsome.
Fuck...
What was the situation now???
She had shared a bed with Qiao King of Hell???
Wen Meimei was horrified...