When Jiang Yingyue woke up the following morning, she felt her body sore. It was so heavy that even lifting an arm was an arduous task.
She could not help but glare at the man who was lying next to her, resting as if it was the most natural thing to do, now that he had been satiated last night.
Trying to climb out of bed and head to the bathroom, Jiang Yingyue found that her body was too exhausted; that her legs were trembling and that her entire body, although washed down by Han Qingshan last night, were still sweaty after having been hugged the whole night.
While she was moving, she had to hold onto something to stabilize herself, and when she almost made it to the bathroom, she heard a chuckle behind her.
Glaring back, she found that Han Qingshan had propped his head up, resting it on one arm, and was looking at her in amusement.
