The sound of the rain gradually subsided, leaving only the rapid sound of Shen Niantang's breathing in the room. Fang Yuchen's figure cast a shadow under the dim yellow light, enveloping her slender body. As he leaned in close, Shen Niantang caught a faint scent of sandalwood on him from his shower, mixed with a certain dangerous, aggressive aura.
"Don't touch me!"
Shen Niantang jerked her head to the side, and Fang Yuchen's lips brushed against the edge of her ear. Seizing the opportunity, she rolled off the bed, her bare feet stepping onto the cold wooden floor, sending a piercing chill up from the soles of her feet.
Chapter 115