After so long of hard work, she had finally received her reward.
Perhaps she was not far from completely capturing him.
Yet, Shen Jiangli remained completely oblivious, always immersed in what he mistakenly perceived as his feelings for Shen Heyu.
And he kept making mistakes.
The next morning, like always, Shen Heyu woke up in Pei Yansi's arms. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his handsome sleeping face.
His arm was draped over her waist, shackling her in a way that any attempt to move back would immediately alert him, making him tighten his grip and trap her firmly in his embrace.
Pei Yansi's demeanor was always one of absolute possession, leaving no room for her disobedience or retreat.
But now, even though it was winter, Shen Heyu felt a burning heat while in his embrace.
He held her too tightly, the temperature under the blanket too high.
She struggled a bit, and Pei Yansi immediately woke up. He frowned in displeasure, "What's the fuss this early in the morning?"