A room in disarray.
Like a battlefield.
This was Jiang Xiao's first impression of the bedroom when she woke up the next day.
It was still raining outside, the sound of rain softly and quietly falling, making her momentarily confused about the time.
She tried to sit up, only to find her whole body aching, as if it had been disassembled and just put back together, and she couldn't quite control it.
All the feelings from last night surged back into her mind like a tide.
"Oh my God..."
Jiang Xiao immediately covered her face with her hands.
She really didn't want to admit that was her, it wasn't her, definitely not her.
How could she have clung to Meng Xinian like that?
She was absolutely not that kind of person!
But the more she tried to evade, the clearer the memories became.
She remembered every move she and he made last night, and the sensory pleasure those actions brought.
Her face grew even hotter.
Oh God.
