TRMP Chapter 14

Jiang Yifeng flopped onto the bed, his soft cheek resting against the bedsheet, the roundness of his cheek forming a gentle curve. He rolled his head fiercely on the bed, then buried his cheek deep into the pillow. The white shirt only barely covered his skin, Jiang Yifeng's hand pulling at the collar, nearly popping off the third button. Perhaps finding the pants too troublesome, Jiang Yifeng stepped on the hem of his right pant leg with his left foot, about to exert force, when Xie Jingshen finally…