The next morning, as the faint morning light filtered through the lattice window, Ran Yan had yet to open her eyes when she felt the solid embrace and her nose was filled with a familiar scent.
Ran Yan slightly lifted her head and saw Xiao Song's handsome face. Remembering the indulgence of last night, her cheeks flushed, yet she couldn't help but reach out to touch his eyebrows and eyes, feeling an overwhelming joy about to burst forth from her heart.
When her fingers touched his lips, they were unexpectedly caught in his mouth as he playfully sucked on them a couple of times.
"Childish!" Ran Yan pulled her hand away, intending to rise, but she realized that her whole body ached and she couldn't muster any strength.
She didn't even know when last night's activities had ended; Xiao Song, likely pent up for so long, had been like a wild horse off its reins, wildly unimaginable to withstand.
