The warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently brushing across Zhao Feng's face as he stirred from his slumber.
He blinked lazily—then froze.
Something soft was pressing firmly against his chest.
His head turned slowly, and the sight before him made his heart skip a beat.
Xiao Yuyan.
She was still asleep in his arms, her expression calm and peaceful. Strands of her slightly messy brown hair framed her delicate face, making her look even more angelic. Her body, slender and curvy, was wrapped in a thin pajama—just enough to hint, not reveal.
But what truly tested Zhao Feng's sanity was their position: her head resting on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck, and—most dangerously—her chest gently pressing against his own.
"This… isn't good…" he muttered under his breath, trying to suppress the sudden tension rising in his body.
He moved slightly, attempting to inch away without waking her. But before he could escape, Xiao Yuyan mumbled something in her sleep and clung even closer, her arm tightening around his waist.
And then—her leg brushed against his.
Zhao Feng nearly choked on air.
He shut his eyes, trying to calm himself. This is not the time to lose control. You're a man… not a beast.
Her soft scent lingered in the air, sweet and warm like wildflowers.
Then she let out a sleepy little sigh. It wasn't anything inappropriate… but to Zhao Feng in his current state, it felt like pure torture.
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A few moments later…
Zhao Feng finally managed to slip out of bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Barely survived…
As he turned, he noticed something.
In the corner of the room sat Ning Yue, still tied to the chair, her cheeks a fiery red.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something—but no words came. Her wide eyes flicked between him and the bed, her ears practically steaming.
"You… were watching the whole time?" Zhao Feng asked, exasperated.
"I-I didn't mean to!" she blurted, squirming in place. "But… I couldn't look away… and then you two—no, I mean—just the way she held you, and your face, and—"
Zhao Feng cut her off by tossing a pillow at her face.
"You're way too pervy for a doctor."
"I-I'm not! I was just… shocked!" she squeaked from behind the pillow.
Zhao Feng sighed, shaking his head with a tired smile. "You need help."
"And you need thicker pajamas for your girlfriend!" she snapped back, still flustered.
He chuckled. Definitely not the morning I expected.