Song Guanyu curled up on the soft, oversized red velvet sofa, wearing Ye Yansheng's white shirt. Ever since she had worn his clothes once before, he loved having her in them.
Beneath the shirt, she had nothing else on, as she had just finished washing up and had removed her makeup.
Ye Yansheng had gently draped a thin blanket over her legs, since the air conditioning was strong and he worried she might catch a cold. It also barely covered the dark purple marks on her inner thighs.
When those marks had been left, Song Guanyu had been on the verge of death, her eardrums filled with the sound of him swallowing.
She lowered her eyes, refusing to relive that blush-inducing moment. Limply, she collapsed onto the sofa, waiting for Ye Yansheng to finish making dinner. After soothing her, he had gone to the kitchen to cook.
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