Perhaps it was because the exercise was too intense, but Xia Yanxin was completely worn out and slept soundly and dreamlessly throughout the night.
On the following morning, she was awakened by a soft noise. Upon opening her eyes, she saw two maids tidying up the room, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid disturbing her sleep.
On the carpet, traces of intimacy were scattered everywhere, especially on the stage, where a long silk scarf full of eroticism lay, reminiscent of a dream tinged with bewitchment.
Xia Yanxin vaguely remembered that there seemed to have been a swing on the stage last night. He had tossed her high into the air, and she had fallen accurately each time, the act thrilling and soul-consuming; the thought alone made her blush...
"I'm sorry, Miss Xia, did we disturb you?" The maids noticed she was awake and hurriedly apologized.
"No, I woke up on my own. You can continue cleaning! I am getting up now!"
