Early the next day, Song Guanchao woke up.
Qu Xiangru was nestled in his arms, one arm draped across his chest, with the blanket only covering half of her body.
Her long and shapely legs were draped over him.
The wrinkled sheets and clothes strewn across the floor were proof of their wild night.
Even though he and Qu Xiangru were both in Jiangzhou, meeting each other was not easy on a regular day.
Moreover, this woman was always so aloof, her demeanor icy when they met.
It was only because Song Guanchao had thick skin that he would persist, seizing any opportunity to satisfy her.
Having spent so much time with Qu Xiangru, he had essentially figured out her temperament.
With a woman as strong-willed as her, he had to be more assertive, had to overpower her—in every sense of the word.
Once her defenses were breached, the rest was easy. Not only did she not resist, but she also cooperated exceedingly well.
There were just some areas where breakthroughs were still lacking.
