Dawn had broken, the proud sun piercing through the clouds, radiating brilliant and scorching light.
The sea breeze brushed by, causing the light gauze in front of the window to flutter up; the scattered light rays poured in, shining on the intertwined figures on the bed.
Jian Qing stirred awake. Her curled lashes trembled slightly, and as she slowly opened her clear eyes, the first thing she saw was the muscular chest of the man at the foot of her eyes.
In an instant, memories of the previous night flooded into her mind.
Her porcelain-like cheeks warmed slightly. She shifted her body and was immediately met with a soreness that made her want to scream out loud.
"Are you awake, sweetie?" The hoarse voice from above sounded like it had been burned by fire.
Jian Qing looked up, her heart suddenly feeling off balance upon seeing a certain gentleman's excessively dazzling smile.
She was so tired it felt like she'd been disassembled, while this man was brimming with enthusiasm.
