Whatever about Young Master Liu or any other young master, Ruan Jiaojiao was determined to confront him. Suddenly, a wave of weakness washed over her, and her fingertips dug into her palms. The lingering heat of his thumb tracing her earlobe the previous night seemed to still be burning there.
She thought of how he had carried her out of the tub last night, how she had been forced to grip his lapels for support when her knees buckled, and how she had heard that low, muffled sigh from his throat: "How long has it been, and you are still not used to it, my lady? Perhaps we should make this a daily morning exercise..."
Morning exercise?
Getting up early was already the death of her.
Chapter 111