In trying to get up, she felt like her body was falling apart, bones creaking all over, especially her waist—it felt like it was about to break!
She gasped in pain, collapsing back onto the bed and into a warm, solid embrace.
Wracked with concern, Su Chaoyang held her tight, fixing her within his arms, "You have no class today, sleep in a little more. I'll go out and buy you some clothes later."
Mu Xiangwan hummed lowly in acceptance, no longer in a rush.
Quietly nestled against his chest, the scenes from last night infiltrated her mind unbidden, causing her face to flush again.
She had intoxicated herself, but not beyond remembering, particularly the searing pain when he had entered.
Thinking back on their journey, from her initial hatred of him to her current complete trust and surrender, Mu Xiangwan found it unimaginable.
But everything was as real as it could be.
Now, they were intimately entwined in the same bed, naked and vulnerable.
