Last night's rain was sparse and the wind was abrupt, the deep sleep did not diminish the lingering alcohol.
Only the remnants of red petals remained.
Wang Chen awoke, feeling as if he had had an exceptionally enchanting dream.
However, this dream was real.
Li Yian lay quietly beside him, her long hair disheveled, revealing her fragrant shoulders, and the beautiful profile of her face still bore the crimson of last night's passion.
Perhaps stirred by Wang Chen's gaze, she let out a soft moan and also woke up.
Stretching out her jade arm with a yawn, she inadvertently revealed the endlessly beautiful scenery of her chest.
True· calamity!
Wang Chen was somewhat frustrated.
He considered himself strong-willed, so how had he been so easily overpowered last night?
Although he hadn't suffered a loss, he felt his dignity as a man had been seriously challenged!
