The next day.
By the time Yu Ting woke up, it was already nine o'clock. She sat up in bed, running her fingers through her hair. Her neck was littered with a series of red marks, and her pajama shirt was crumpled and missing a couple of buttons. The bed beside her was already empty. Apart from the curtains next to the bed which were drawn, all the others had been opened by Lu Nanchen.
The living room was particularly bright. Lu Nanchen, having prepared for the day early in the morning, was idly working on some teaching materials. He clearly hadn't anticipated how bold Yu Ting could be. The collar of his shirt could not completely conceal her markings, and without anything obscuring them now, the scattering of red marks and bite evidence was visible on his neck.
Seeing him now, in a complete contrast to his actions the previous night, it was hard to associate this proper man with his kisses from the night before.
