Wednesday, early morning.
The alarm clock went off as usual, and Chen Yuan instinctively reached out to grab his cellphone to turn it off, but the next moment, the alarm clock turned itself off.
Groggy, he opened his eyes to see a slim figure sitting on his bed.
Then, gradually shedding clothes...
Skin creamy as congealed fat, curves graceful, a faint spinal ridge trailing down to the hips...
Fragrance containing the dew of autumn; skin smooth and tender.
Such a beautiful back instantly summoned Chen Yuan's cousin.
"Xin, Xinyu?" Chen Yuan was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and then she put her clothes back on.
But after two seconds, she was down to her underwear again.
Then again, that beautiful back that seemed to exude a faint fragrance.
It was as if a snowy scroll was gently unfolding...
So beautiful it hurt.
"Good morning, treasure." Xia Xinyu, sitting at the edge of his bed, smiled faintly, greeting him with evident joy.
