An Ruo thought to herself, habits are truly terrifying things.
She slept until daybreak and when she opened her eyes, she found that Tang Yuchen was still holding her.
Normally when she woke up naturally, he would already be out of bed, but today was an exception.
An Ruo did not look back; she intended to pull away his limbs and get up, but the man behind her suddenly tightened his arms without any intention of letting her go.
An Ruo turned to meet his profound gaze and said, "Since you're awake, let me go; I need to get up."
Far from releasing her, the man held her even tighter. He clenched her body, and she could feel the firm muscles on his chest, the searing heat of his body, and a certain awakened hardness of his.
There, pressing against the root of her thigh, it was hard and hot, and even thumping rhythmically.
An Ruo's face flushed with color, without saying a word she knew what he meant.
Early in the morning, and he was in heat!
