CHAPTER 666: CHAPTER 662: TOUCHING IS NOT RIGHT

Perhaps because she had been busy the whole day at the company, as soon as Shen Cheng touched the bed, she began to feel drowsy.

She carefully turned over, and without waking the two little darlings beside her, she found a comfortable position.

Closing her eyes, she quickly fell asleep.

In a daze, she faintly heard some noise outside, but she was too tired to even bother opening her eyes.

She pulled the quilt over her head and continued to sleep.

She was lying on the side by the window, where the night breeze blew through the window, bringing a hint of coolness.

Subconsciously, she shrank her body, seeking to burrow into the quilt, only to find that her quilt had somehow slid to one side.

Without opening her eyes, she just reached out to feel for it.

She found a corner of the quilt, grabbed it, and pulled with force, but she couldn’t budge it.

After several attempts to pull the quilt up failed, she gave up.

Letting go of the quilt, she lay on her side and fell asleep once again...

After just a few minutes, she felt a burning hot hand placed on her waist, its palm rough and scratching her skin, causing a numb sensation.

When a person lets down their guard, they often become negligent in defense.

Half-awake, she withdrew her hand that was hanging off the bed and pushed against the hand that was wreaking havoc on her body, "So sleepy, stop it...

However, the hand roaming around her waist didn’t stop its movements; in fact, it became even more unrestrained.

The large hand bypassed Shen Cheng’s own, traveling from her side up to the middle of her back where it finally stopped.

But the hand paused only for three seconds before hooking its fingers around the clasp of Shen Cheng’s bra, lifting, tightening, and then loosening—unfastening all three hooks.

Just as her bra was being unclasped, the scorching palm swiftly moved from her back to the front, covering the proud softness there.

The man leaned forward slightly, with a mysterious smile in the dim light, his expression growing increasingly enigmatic.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking at the woman on the bed who had not yet awakened, tightened his grip, and added a bit more force.

"Mm...!"

The pressure on her chest made Shen Cheng involuntarily moan.

And in that second, she suddenly woke up!

Chest!

Someone was assaulting her chest!

She snapped her eyes open abruptly, and a devilishly handsome face swiftly entered her field of vision.

Then she saw his lips curled into a subtle smile, one that carried an air of danger.

Wait, hadn’t she locked the door?

How did this man get in?

Does he have a spare key?

Or did he climb through the window?

Seeing her wake up, the smile on the man’s lips grew more inscrutable, his hoarse voice carrying an unnamed low pressure: "You’ve lit a fire, aren’t you going to put it out?"

His voice wasn’t very low, yet it didn’t wake the two little bundles next to her; they seemed to have a natural barrier, shutting out all sounds and movements.

They slept soundly, occasionally smacking their lips or sucking on their chubby fingers.

Shen Cheng lay on the bed motionless, only meaningfully glancing at the hand still on her chest, "Let’s talk properly, it’s wrong to touch like this."

"Wrong?" Shi Yu raised an eyebrow, the dangerous aura in his eyes intensified, accompanied by a chilling presence as if it could freeze everything around into ice.