In the guest room, the curtains were tightly closed.
The temperature was gradually rising...
The sweet moans were still continuing.
Outside the guest room, the guards stationed at the door consciously stepped back a distance.
The noise in the room continued until the late night.
The sounds only gradually weakened, until it was completely quiet.
The next day, morning.
Qiao An woke up, feeling as if her body had been dismantled and reassembled, sore and aching terribly.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw the man close at hand, still asleep.
His breathing was light and regular, and beneath the covers, he had one arm possessively wrapped around her waist, refusing to let go even in his sleep.
Qiao An's mind was a blank.
What happened?
What was... what happened?
Mu Jingxi... how could he be sleeping by her side?
A terrifying thought crossed her mind.
She looked down at herself under the covers, and sure enough... she was naked!
Had she and Mu Jingxi... you know?
