Emma groggily woke up from her slumber.
The soreness in her lower body had finally subsided, with only a faint trace of discomfort remaining.
She turned her head towards the window to find that it was already sunset - she had been sleeping for the entire day.
Her face turned slightly pink.
Remembering the outrageous acts she'd performed in broad daylight that morning made her want to bury herself in her bed, hoping never to rise again.
Through the slit of her bedroom door, she could clearly hear John humming a song.
That man was overly vigorous.
Despite having been the one who exerted the most this morning, he had actually woken up before her.
A look of worry crossed Emma's face.
What was she to do?
She felt as if she couldn't hold off Johnny's advances all by herself...
John, hearing the faint noises from the bedroom, laughed softly and pushed the door open.
