Unnoticed, the night passed, and the sun rose as usual the next day.
The first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, scattering across the room.
The bedroom, tidied up until ten o'clock last night, now seemed a bit messy.
Zhou Yuwen's and Lu Lin's clothes were thrown all over the bed and sofa, and Lu Lin's black flared jeans were draped over the edge of the large bed.
Zhou Yuwen was still sound asleep, feeling satisfied. He felt like he had released eighteen years' worth of pent-up energy last night, and that feeling was truly comfortable.
But for Lu Lin, it was real pain. Zhou Yuwen even picked Lu Lin up later on, standing on the bed to transform into a little vibrating motor. At that moment, Lu Lin was genuinely scared, afraid that Zhou Yuwen wouldn't hold her steady and might throw her off.
Thankfully,
when her thin, long legs started to tremble and she couldn't stand anymore, she still endured it, not wanting to dampen Yuwen's spirits.
