Walking In The Backlight (27)

The first rays of the morning sun broke through the sky.

The electronic clock at the bedside jumped to six o'clock.

Liang Che woke up automatically, and he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

A moment later, he felt something was wrong.

Last night…

Wasn't he sleeping on the coach?

But the ceiling seemed to be in his room?

And…

A delayed feeling of touch attacked his mind.

The delicate skin, soft body, and the warmth from her so close body…

Liang Che: "…"

He swallowed with a little bit of difficulty, then lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.

Her head was buried in his chest, revealing only half of her beautiful profile. In the morning light, he could see the fine hairs on her face.

Liang Che's throat was dry.

He carefully moved aside Ming Shu's hand which was on his waist, then tried to draw back his arm.

"Liang Che…"

Liang Che's movements froze.