Big misunderstanding.
Shen Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache, thinking, Teacher Zhu, I really didn't do it on purpose, your daughter came over on her own in the middle of the night.
But since she's here, might as well not let it be for nothing.
Under the dim light, Shen Yuan continued to observe this fine silhouette.
Since she was lying on her side with her back towards him, that white strap on her smooth shoulder stood out starkly against her wheat-colored skin.
Her millet-colored hair was soft and lush, casually spread out on the bed, partially obscuring her back.
Shen Yuan reached out to feel it, finding her back very flat, with thin, incredibly smooth skin that provided an enchanting touch.
Moving his hand forward, he felt her slender and evenly proportioned arm which was also smooth, possessing a silky texture.
"Mmhmm..."
Zhu Qingrou moaned softly, suddenly twisting her delicate body.