The next morning, as the eastern sky began to brighten with a silvery hue, Yang Chen awoke. He saw Liu Mingyu, sitting by the bedside, already dressed and neatly grooming her glossy black hair, which she had elegantly styled into an updo.
Seeing Yang Chen, who had just awakened and was sitting shirtless, Mingyu, who had enjoyed the rain and dew of the morning, felt no awkwardness. She smiled serenely and remarked, "I used to read in magazines that in such situations, men provide the effort, and women enjoy it. Seeing how deeply you were sleeping, I think that's really the case."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Yang Chen glanced curiously at her lower back. They had shared some passionate moments the previous night.
Mingyu shook her head and playfully lamented, "I'm already an older woman; what's there to hurt?"
"I just like older women," Yang Chen said earnestly.
