As the sun made its appearance, the morning light gently streamed into the bedroom, coaxing the black-haired girl, who had been seated on the sofa for a while, to slowly open her eyes.
After a brief glance at the early street scenery outside the window, Yumo redirected her gaze back to the bed, where the exquisitely beautiful silver-haired girl still peacefully slumbered. But upon seeing Mengxi's angelic countenance, especially those rosy, cherry-like lips, a faint blush adorned Yumo's visage.
The memories from the previous night unfolded in her mind like a slideshow. Particularly, the recollection of their kiss, their tongues entwined, caused Yumo's face to transform into a fully ripened red apple. She instinctively hugged her legs, curling up on the sofa, and delicately licked her lips, seemingly lost in her reminiscence.
At this moment, Yumo seemed indistinguishable from a bashful young girl.
