His hand trembled.
Looking down, he saw a charming purple coat tightly grasped in his hand, still slightly warm.
A faint fragrance invaded his nostrils. He had always thought that it was because Su Yi carried a fragrance bag or used spices, but after spending a night in Su Yi's room yesterday, he was certain that this was her natural body scent.
And it was faintly milky.
His puzzled expression gradually solidified.
The person who had been groggily asleep was still not completely awakened, still immersed in the remnants of last night, showing an awkward yet polite smile, unsure how he had fallen asleep.
Carefully, he stuffed the narrow bellyband back under the pillow. Last night, he was so absorbed in the world of Dantian that he didn't know what happened outside, nor how he unintentionally ended up pulling off her bellyband.
But with Sister Su Yi's temperament, she probably wouldn't be angry...
Swoosh!
A dagger flew straight towards his head!