In the early morning, shafts of sunlight streamed through the window, bringing a hint of warmth.
Chen Mo opened his eyes from sleep and felt the softness in his arms. He smiled knowingly.
Before long, Xiao Yu opened her eyes as well. Her drowsy face carried a trace of allure. The moment their eyes met, her gaze darted away. She buried her head deep in his chest, her cheeks burning.
Thinking of her bold actions last night, she did not dare look Chen Mo in the eye. If she were given another chance, she was not even sure she would still have that kind of courage.
She did not even know what kind of woman she had become in Chen Mo's heart.
"So now you know how to be shy? You weren't like this last night," Chen Mo teased.
"Stop talking," Xiao Yu said in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Chen Mo chuckled. "But I quite liked it, Your Majesty."
"You're still talking. Don't say it anymore." Xiao Yu wished she could burrow her head into Chen Mo's chest. Remembering the embarrassing things she had done last night, she did not dare meet his eyes. "Do you think I'm very... that?"
"That?" Chen Mo asked teasingly.
"Like some kind of bad woman, very... that. You know what I mean, yet you're making me spell it out," Xiao Yu said sulkily.
Chen Mo smiled softly and rubbed Xiao Yu's head. "My wife can be gentle and quiet, intelligent and elegant, yet also passionate as fire, sexy and charming. That's every man's dream. Even if you're bad, your badness belongs to me. Bad girls are lovable, understand? Just like how you usually call me a bad guy."
"Mm, only yours."
Xiao Yu lay against Chen Mo's chest, delight written