Jian Anning’s body jolted suddenly; her first instinct was to flee! She struggled abruptly, attempting to break free from his restraint, one arm propping up her body, trying to sit up!
Unexpectedly, her weak and limp body collapsed into his arms as she struggled to sit up!
Her fall only intensified their contact. Yu Zexiao took the opportunity to hold her tight, slowly lowering his head, and kissed her hair, murmuring a velvety, hoarse greeting, "Morning."
Jian Anning stiffened, almost entirely unable to face Yu Zexiao! The night before, she could have claimed to have drunk too much and remembered nothing. But last night, she was in a completely sober state when Yu Zexiao...
She really couldn’t deceive herself any longer!
She turned her head, only to meet Yu Zexiao’s strikingly handsome face.
He had the looks of the most luxurious and delicate gentleman; even without a smile or word, just a lazy glance at her was enough to make any woman’s heart flutter. His elegant fringe fell over his forehead, beneath which a sword-like eyebrow slanted into his temples, his countenance brimming with vigor.
His nose was sharp and tall, and beneath it, the thin, soft corners of his lips seemed to encompass boundless evil, curving slightly into a perfect arc.
He still looked sleepy, with long lashes that would make any woman jealous. His arm, originally around her waist, had moved up following her movement, landing just above her heart. Perhaps because it felt too good, he subconsciously squeezed it.
With a "boom," Anning’s face turned beet red from his action at that moment! Strangely enough, the previous night, facing his tempestuous onslaught, she was still able to cope. But now, in a completely sober state, being squeezed at the heart by him was something she couldn’t endure at all!
She froze all over, not daring to move an inch. Her eyes kept locked on Yu Zexiao’s face, as if hoping he would show mercy and let her go.
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At that moment, a phone call came in, sparing Anning from her embarrassment.
She mustered the strength to push up her weak body, moved slowly, grabbed the phone, and, seeing it was the assistant director’s call, she answered with a voice rough as sandpaper, "Hello?"
The person on the other end was startled: "Assistant Jian, are you sick?"
She was shocked into silence; after being tossed around by him all night without a sip of water, it was normal for her throat to be hoarse! After a while, she explained, "I’ve caught a bit of a cold. What’s up?"
"Where’s Zexiao? It’s almost noon, why hasn’t he arrived yet? We’re about to start shooting soon, hurry up and get him over here."
"I got it, I’ll get him up right away." After hanging up the phone, she still seemed a bit stunned. Yu Zexiao sat up first, looking at her holding the phone in deep thought. Her soft body exposed in the morning light, marked with his dark purple traces. The rosy hues were not only on her cheeks; the shiny pink luster on her fair skin glittered beautifully against the dim light, as if depicting a sunset scene at dusk. That dazed, cute appearance reminded one of a tender, white bunny in the forest, quite captivating indeed.