The early morning sunlight was a bit dazzling, rousing Zhang Ziwen from his sleep. The first sight that greeted him as he opened his eyes was a room full of posters, with Song Lin present in each one, as if smiling and bidding him good morning. Gazing at the transparent, novelty underwear beside him, Zhang Ziwen chuckled. He felt a little absurd, but a warmth filled his heart.
After passion-filled night, they had talked for a long time, their sentiments conveyed through their words. She confessed her growing affection for him, unable to pinpoint when these feelings had developed. All she knew was that she missed him dearly whenever they were apart…
