The next day, when Su Jiyai finally woke up, only one thought echoed in her mind...she truly couldn't trust Qin Feng when it came to anything involving the bed.
That man had clearly promised he would stop at the eighth round, yet he continued without mercy.
As a result, they had collapsed into sleep at six in the morning. Six!
Su Jiyai rubbed her sore neck, gritting her teeth in silent fury. Qin Feng had no concept of restraint whatsoever.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became.
'Fine,' she decided grimly. 'Once that shameless man woke up, there would be rules. Clear, written rules.'
But the moment she turned to look at him, all her righteous anger melted away like ice under the sun.
Qin Feng was sleeping peacefully beside her, his expression serene, his long eyelashes trembling ever so slightly as if he were lost in a pleasant dream.
His lips curled upward faintly, giving him a boyish charm that completely disarmed her.
