1396: Let us do something else.

Let us do something else.

After he brushed her hand away, she still went on to play with them enthusiastically.2

She meekly asked, "You're awake? Did I wake you up… Well, you probably got home late last night; did you sleep very late, then?"

"What were you doing?" he asked. His voice, hoarse and low with sleepiness, sounded especially sexy that she instantly went limp and numb.

Her conscience pricked her as she gulped and gave an evasive answer. "Nothing much…"

How could she say that she got bored when she woke up; hence, she secretly played with his lashes?

Could she even say that she was unable to resist playing with his beautiful, long lashes just because she got envious of him?

He was bound to tease her for that!

"Nothing much?" The man, however, smirked with apparent doubt on her statement. "I see that you're looking quite energetic this morning!"

A blush crept up her face as she defended herself at once. "Well, I've had enough sleep. I turned in early for the night after reading my script, so I naturally woke up according to my biological clock."

"So what?"

One of his good-looking brows arched.

Must she also wake him up, then?

The woman peered at him, unable to resist giving him an explanation. "Erm… I got bored from waking up early, so I took the chance to count your lashes while you're still asleep…"

Count his lashes?

What kind of game was that?

He frowned quizzically at her. "Have you finished counting, then?"

"No."

It was impossible to count them.

They were as thick as the hair of a brush.

If she had such dense lashes like his, she would not need to waste her effort on applying mascara.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's towering figure rolled over and pressed on top of her body.

With his hand supporting his weight at her side, he reached out and lifted a lock of her hair from the pillow to his nose with the other. His eyes drooped as he sniffed at its fragrance in enjoyment.

His eyes, however, gleamed with mischief when he opened them again.

"I'll give you another chance, then."

The man smirked as he leaned in closer to her; he was so intimately close that their noses and mouths touched. With his warm breath fanning her face, a clear yet low voice rang. "Count the number of lashes I have."

A faint blush stained her cheek. She evaded his penetrating gaze, mumbling, "I'm not counting anymore."

"Why?" He stroked her silky hair in perplexity. "You were clearly having fun moments ago."

She was too lazy to repeat her earlier action. "It's too much; it's impossible to count them all."

"…"

"Your lashes are so long and dense; my eyes hurt from counting them."

"Fine."

The man crooked a smile at her before lazily kissing the corner of her lips. They then parted against hers. "Since you're so energetic, let's do something else instead of counting lashes."

"…" She stiffened upon hearing his underlying meaning!

He clearly had other intentions!

As if a fiery fire were spreading across her face, she blushed right up to her ears; her face seemed to be covered in rouge!

"Hey… you—don't fool around!"

Her shyness, however, appeared to be a major turn-on to him!

"What? You don't like it?"

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