The curtains were tightly drawn, and only a ray of bright sunlight flowed in through the gap. Half of it fell on the wooden floor, while the other half was reflected on the white corners of the quilt that dangled off the bed messily.
There was still a faint sweet smell in the air.
The light in the room was dim, and the bulge formed by the quilt on the bed was outlined by the faint light.
Under the blanket, the two people slept in each other's arms.
Lu Huaiyu slowly opened his eyes as his rationality gradually returned.
He looked at the young girl in his arms.
Now, she was truly his young girl.
She had not gotten much sleep throughout the whole night of their activities. In the end, she had not been able to take it anymore. In a husky voice, she cried and begged before he finally let her go to sleep.
