"Haa..."
Zhang Ming let out a soft sigh, feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath her bare skin. As the cool morning breeze brushed her back, she shifted slowly, her lithe body slipping off the bed.
Raising her arms, she gathered her hair into a loose ponytail, her delicate fingers twisting the strands with practiced ease.
"Little Yuan…" Her voice was soft, almost teasing as she glanced over her shoulder at Zhang Yuan, who was lazily sprawled across the bed, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed at her.
Rubbing her stiff ass she mumbled "I'm going to prepare something to eat."
Zhang Yuan gave a lazy nod, his eyes tracing her ass cheeks.
Zhang Ming smiled softly, warmth spreading through her chest at his casual acceptance, and she turned, padding quietly to the door.
As she reached for the handle and pulled the door open...
Huh?
