In the morning, when Yu Jingrong woke up, she felt weak and limp all over.
The lingering sense of pleasure in her body gradually brought back her memories. She blushed subconsciously, then slowly lifted the thin cover and gently got out of the bed.
As soon as she got on her feet, she found that her legs were trembling. Yu Jingrong was annoyed and she turned to glare at Li Chengyun.
He was still in a deep slumber, his face was clean, transparent, immaculate, and refined, a stark contrast to his heroic and sexy wildness of last night.
Last night, he filled her body over and over again, rendering her weak and powerless, bringing her immense pleasure that was soul-stirring and bone-melting, disabling her ability to think...
But in reality, she didn't quite understand what was going on with him last night, nor what he might be thinking.
Sometimes, she thought of him as multiple personas, making it impossible to catch the real him.
