Early morning.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling, but an extreme warmth and smooth softness pressed against his body.
It was pressed tightly against his chest.
He followed the sensation with his gaze, and his eyes softened immensely.
Ma Xiaotao clung tightly to him like an octopus. Her long, well-proportioned legs, which still retained a pleasing fullness, gleamed with an ivory luster. Her skin was warm and elastic, smoother than even the finest silk in the world.
From her peach-like hips upward was her back, traced with elegant lines. It was flawless and incredibly smooth, faintly glowing with a jade-like sheen. One of Huo Yuhao's hands rested upon it, gently stroking along those elegant lines. The smooth, firm sensation made his heart burn as well.
"Mmm."
That exquisitely beautiful face was buried in the crook of Huo Yuhao's neck. Perhaps his stroking had elicited a reaction from Ma Xiaotao's back, because she unconsciously let out a soft, delicate whimper.
Her fiery-red hair was like flames, burning within Huo Yuhao's heart.
Sister Xiaotao had truly been exhausted last night.
Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly. They said that only the ox could be worked to death, while the field could never be ruined. With him, however, it had been the opposite.
In terms of physical constitution, he was indeed excessively overpowered.
Huo Yuhao stopped moving his hand and quietly enjoyed this moment of tranquility.
Only after half an hour did Ma Xiaotao finally open her sleepy eyes. The moment she lifted her head, she saw Huo Yuhao's deep-blue eyes, filled with gentleness.
"You're awake, Sister."
"Mm."
Realizing that she had been pressed against Huo Yuhao with no defenses at all, Ma Xiaotao's face immediately flushed with embarrassment.
But when she recalled last night's "healing process," a trace of