A sliver of light filtered through the dancing curtains, casting a long streak upon the wooden floor.
「The next morning.」
A wisp of hair clung to Jiangg Ning's forehead. Her hair trembled in time with the dancing curtains, and her exquisitely beautiful face was serene with sleep.
A man's arm was wrapped around her neck, holding her tight, his fingers buried deep in the soft comforter.
One couldn't help but wonder what kind of person was lucky enough to have such a perfect lover.
Chen Yuan had been tireless last night. All she could remember was being drenched in sweat, her back and legs aching.
It didn't end until she was exhausted.
Throughout, Chen Yuan had made her call him 'darling' countless times. Ningning submitted, having no choice but to comply. She lost count of how many times she praised him, but he only grew more pleased with himself, seemingly without end.
In the end, once she was exhausted, she simply closed her eyes.
She fell asleep almost instantly.
