There was a night of madness in the Shen Garden.
The next day, Shen Yinning slept until noon before waking up.
Even though she had long grown accustomed to Lu Ying's intensity in their intimate times over the past year, she still woke up feeling sore and exhausted, as if her whole body had been run over by a carriage, and her legs felt like limp noodles, completely devoid of strength.
Lu Ying, on the other hand, was quite the opposite.
Such frequent and unruly demands hadn't affected him in the slightest. He could get up before dawn to practice his swordplay, then bathe and dress before attending court, full of vigor and energy.
Shen Yinning sat up in bed, supporting herself, as the brocade quilt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair skin covered in red marks.
She hissed in pain, suspecting that sooner or later, he was going to exhaust her to death in bed.
She couldn't help but silently curse Lu Ying's ancestors as she grimly washed and dressed herself.
