Early in the morning, a thin mist rose from the riverside and spread across the land, blurring the lower edges of the wooden boardwalks and pavilions. This scenery added an ethereal and hazy charm to the landscape, and through the window, a small boat was faintly visible breaking through the water on the river surface.
The inside and outside of the room were starkly different. The room was permeated with a warm and sweet atmosphere everywhere. Three figures lying on a six-foot bed did not look crowded at all, mostly because two of those figures were slender and graceful. The temperature of the quilt was just right, firmly blocking the chill seeping in through the window and locking the fiery body temperature tightly inside. The three bodies pressed against each other without any obstruction, feeling each other's heat.
A lazy moan broke the silence.
"Mnh-nnh~~"
Ji Weiwei took a deep, unconscious breath, rubbed her face against An Yang's left shoulder, and then slowly opened her eyes.
Instantly, she froze.
At this moment she was in a side-lying posture, facing An Yang beside her, with one hand resting on An Yang's chest and one leg directly straddling him. That was not the point; the point was that the hand resting on An Yang's chest seemed to still be grasping another hand. Judging by that slender, soft, and delicate touch, it obviously could not be the hand of this brute, An Yang!
So...
Maintaining her composure and thinking of last night's events, Ji Weiwei's face flushed somewhat red. At the same time, she straightened up slightly to look at An Yang's other side, biting her lower lip to look very guilty.
And so...
She saw a pair of bright and charming eyes!
Comrade Xiao Qian was lying on the other side of