As gentle rays of the morning sun filtered through translucent white curtains, the distant melodies of birdsong welcomed a new day. Yang Ning slowly stirred from her deep slumber, a soft groan escaping her lips as she became aware of the numbness between her legs and a pervasive soreness.
The memory of their intimate night, the consummation of their marriage, lingered in her senses like a tender, passionate melody.
"Umph!" Yang Ning couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, the lingering sensations from the previous night's passionate encounter making their presence known.
As she attempted to shift into a more comfortable position, she felt a firm hand gently but possessively anchoring her waist. Blinking herself awake, her vision slowly adjusted to reveal Zheng Liang's serene, slumbering face just a few inches from hers.
