They spent another night entwined, only falling into a deep sleep when they were completely exhausted.
By morning, warm sunlight streamed in through the window. Xia Yanxin slept until she naturally awoke. After the shipwreck, she had grown dependent on him. At night, she clung tightly to his arm as she slept. Indeed, she had begun to trust him, slowly opening her heart to accept him...
When she opened her eyes, he was still sleeping beside her, lying on his side, bare-chested and radiating a sensual masculine allure...
Her little head rested comfortably on his sturdy arm, a tender pose.