The next day, Yan Luoxi woke up with a sore waist and aching back, and it was only then that she realized she was sleeping in the master bedroom.
She sat up, clutching the quilt, feeling as though a huge truck had rolled over her entire body, leaving no part of her unscathed.
That bastard was like a wolf, a wolf that devours people without spitting out their bones!
She threw back the covers and got out of bed, standing on the floor with her legs still shaking. Thinking about the bizarre positions he had bent her into last night, she wished she could bite him to death.
Usually looking so proper, once he shed that facade in bed, he became like a completely different person—his insatiable acquisition would shift into an endless plunder.
After washing up, Yan Luoxi went downstairs, sensing that Aunt Tong's gaze upon her was somewhat odd.
