Du Yunluo softly spoke to Mu Lianxiao.
She hadn't slept well earlier, and her inner clothing was already loose. Now, as she half-supported herself, her chest was in full view.
Mu Lianxiao's gaze was deep.
The pale crescent moonlight cast mottled shadows on the ground.
Within the draped bed, the faint moonlight also illuminated Du Yunluo's fair skin, making it as warm as jade.
Mu Lianxiao watched her intently.
Initially, Du Yunluo didn't realize this. When she did, she pinched her collar with her fingertips and turned away from Mu Lianxiao's gaze.
Mu Lianxiao chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing closer. His long legs entangled with hers, "Yunluo, you were just sleeping like this."
Du Yunluo snorted, "Nonsense!"
She knew Mu Lianxiao was talking nonsense.
She was well aware of her own sleeping habits.
Du Yunru said she was restless, hogged the quilt — and that was entirely true.
