Stirring slowly from her dreams, Meng Shiya extended two pale, tender arms out from the covers and gave a long, leisurely stretch.
"Phew..."
"Another day of being a workhorse."
She lay quietly on the large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she reminisced about the ethereal sense of weakness she had experienced yesterday.
The indescribably wonderful feeling left her longing to experience it just one more time.
At that moment, she couldn't help but think of Sun Zhe's tall and strong physique. The thought immediately invigorated her. She hurriedly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and rushed barefoot to the bathroom.
First, she used the toilet, then washed up before changing into the clothes she wore yesterday.
Afterward, she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted a snowy-white leg, and slowly slid a rolled-up stocking up from her toes.
