"Ah..." She couldn't help letting out a short cry, her whole body going rigid.
Lin Xuan said nothing. He simply stretched out his long arm and effortlessly pulled her, blanket and all, into his embrace.
His chest was so broad and warm that, even through the blanket, she could clearly feel his strong, steady heartbeat.
He rested his chin gently on top of her head. His other hand slipped quite naturally beneath the covers and settled on her slender waist, where her breast wrap was tied.
"D-don't..." Gan Baobao's voice trembled, pleading.
"Don't move." Lin Xuan's voice was low and hoarse, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm just holding you while we sleep. If you keep squirming, I can't promise what might happen."
His hand really did stay at her waist, making no further move.
But that palm was like a branding iron. Its scorching warmth seemed ready to burn right through her skin.
At first, he simply held her. Before long, though, that hand began to grow restless.
He traced slow circles across her soft, flat stomach with his fingertips, his movements full of teasing intent.
Then his hand drifted upward, past her slender waist, and came to rest on her round, pert bottom.
"Mm..." Gan Baobao's body tensed again.
He didn't squeeze. He simply covered one full, ample cheek with his palm and gave it a gentle, rhythmic pat, as if soothing a pet.
His hand continued to roam over her body, sometimes gliding across her smooth back to savor its delicate texture, sometimes returning to her waist to trace her stunning curves.
Every movement was like a feather lightly tickling her heart, leaving her tingling all over, yet too afraid to resist.
Time trickled by amid the sweet torment.
Gan Baobao gradually relaxed, going from