The next morning.
Lu Yan rolled over. Stretching his strong arm out to hold the delicate body beside him, he wanted to hug her and sleep a while more.
But there was nobody beside him.
Lu Yan's thick, curly lashes quivered and he gradually opened his eyes. He regained clarity after a few seconds of sleepiness. It was not a dream.
The sexual encounter that happened last night was not a dream. It was real.
He had really done it with An'an.
An'an had become his woman.
He sat up on the bed. The navy blue blanket glided down to his muscular torso, revealing the scratch marks on his bronze upper body.
These were inflicted by her while she was crying from the pain.
This little thing had initiated the act, but as she was too young, she was unable to withstand it. When she was in extreme pain, she gazed at him with watery eyes and her lips pouted, as if she was blaming him.
