Noon.
Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes slightly moist.
She glanced at Ren Feifan, who was sleeping soundly next to her, feeling a mix of emotions, then slowly leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss on his forehead.
Last night, the two had been wildly passionate, spending almost the entire night lost in the delights of romance, as if they couldn't get close enough, becoming one. Ren Feifan's virile attribute gave Ye Qingcheng waves of stimulation and pleasure.
At this moment, Ye Qingcheng traced her hand across Ren Feifan's sleep-laden chest, feeling his muscular pectoral muscles and strong arms.
After a while, she heaved a long sigh, slowly rose from the bed, pulled down part of the comforter, and fell into deep thought while looking at the light blossom-like bloodstains on the sheet.
She had not expected that she would be willing to give her most precious thing to Ren Feifan.
