Lying on the bed, Yun Xiaoran was utterly stunned. The trace of concern between his brows had vanished, replaced by deep confusion and shock at Shen Jin's actions.
Wait.
What was she doing?
Why had she dragged him onto the bed without warning?
Yun Xiaoran instinctively edged backward, hoping to get off at the edge of the bed, but Shen Jin had already anticipated it. As soon as he moved back...
In the dim room, she looked at Yun Xiaoran, dressed in black, and wrapped both her arms and legs around his left arm.
His hand immediately sank against the warmth of Shen Jin's lower abdomen. He had to admit that even through the gauzy fabric of her pajamas, he could still feel the softness of her belly.
In the process, he even lightly teased her belly beneath her pajamas with his fingers, making Shen Jin arch her body with a slightly strange expression.
But his arm now had nearly a hundred pounds weighing it down, leaving him unable to move no matter how he tried.
Their faces were still so close that Yun Xiaoran could feel the quilt rise and fall with every breath Shen Jin took, and smell the fragrance of the bedding and her hair.
Every scent told Yun Xiaoran that the girl before him was fragrant, soft, and sweet. But after losing himself in it for a minute or two, he still instinctively drew back.
"I think things are getting a little too intimate between us."
Yun Xiaoran gave a light cough. After being pinned to the bed by Shen Jin for so long, this innocent, straight-laced man had finally lost his composure.
There was nothing he could do. Someone with nothing to lose had nothing to fear.
He wasn't gay, nor was he completely oblivious