Chapter 117 Hook, Line, and Sinker

Cynthia was woken up by the sound of her morning alarm going off the next morning. Oddly enough, the alarm had sounded loud one moment before it was quiet the next. In her dazed state, she habitually reached toward the usual spot where she placed her phone every night. However, her hand landed on something that was considerably soft and warm to the touch. She unconsciously gave the object in her hand a squeeze, which warranted a deep voice from the top of her head. “Just where is that naughty hand touching, hmm?” the owner of said voice languidly asked.