The next day, Li Qiao unsurprisingly woke up late, feeling sore and weak in the waist, which was to be expected.
She always felt that the Shang Yu from last night, although forceful, seemed... particularly tender.
In her drowsy state, he seemed to have asked her several times if she liked it.
Liked what?
After getting dressed, Li Qiao lifted her foot, ready to leave the master bedroom.
But a glimpse at the corner of her eye made her stop and look back, catching sight of a small box placed on the bedside table.
Her gaze lingered for three seconds, then she covered her face with her hand and sighed silently.
Alright then, Okamoto 001.
...
Downstairs, Shang Yu was sitting in the living room on a phone call.
Upon seeing Li Qiao's figure, a hint of a smile brewed in his deep eyes.
He hung up the phone, got up and walked towards her, his gaze lingering on the corners of her eyes and brows, the corners of his lips slightly curved, "Didn't wake up fully?"
