The next morning, amidst the silhouetted sunlight that penetrated the gap in the bedroom window, Clara began to writhe because she felt disturbed by this.
"Eunghh." A soft moan from the beautiful girl's mouth was heard in the ear of the young man who was actually standing staring at the beautiful face of his lover, who would soon become his legal wife.
"Good Morning," said the young man in his low voice, holding his laughter a little.
Hearing a very familiar voice then made her force open her eyes which still felt heavy, reluctant to open it completely.
The ends of Clara's lips were pulled entirely upwards as her eyes slammed into Mr. K.
"Did you sleep well?" asked the young man softly.
Clara nodded her head slowly and looked at Mr. K's face, which is easy for her to look at this morning.
It seemed that her lover had cleaned himself up and woke up much earlier than her.
