In her sleep, she felt cool lips press against hers. Wen Shiqing stirred uncomfortably, turning away from the intrusion, and sank back into a deep slumber.
But the next moment, the intruder’s movements grew more persistent. A palm, roughened by light calluses, slipped beneath the quilt, gripping her waist firmly before sliding slowly up her back to caress her shoulder blades.
The cool touch startled Wen Shiqing into a state of semi-consciousness.
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