The next day.
Meng Lingshan moaned softly as she woke from her slumber, slowly opening her eyes.
She found that Tang Feng had already vanished.
Rising from the bed.
Her brows knitted slightly.
Beneath her, the soreness lingered.
Reminiscing about yesterday's frenzy, a smile seeped across Meng Lingshan's face.
Bare, she stepped out of bed and walked into the walk-in closet.
Soon, Meng Lingshan emerged from the bedroom clad in a nightgown.
Gazing at Tang Feng busily moving about in the kitchen, his profile adorned with a faint smile.
The morning sun shone through the glass, casting its rays upon his sharply contoured face, leaving Meng Lingshan spellbound.
A brief stare.
Meng Lingshan took gradual steps towards him.
Sensing her approach.
Tang Feng turned around and his eyes lit up at the sight of Meng Lingshan walking towards him.
Meng Lingshan wore a purple, short-sleeved, ice silk slip nightgown that was immensely seductive.
