The next morning, Ling Fan looked at the soft, glowing body beside him and thought about last night's madness, carefully tucking in the blanket for Li Mengying.
At the same time, he thought about how the number of women around him kept growing, and he swore to himself that he absolutely couldn't let this happen again.
He carefully lifted the blanket to get out of bed but froze in shock when he saw the bright red stain beneath him. Ling Fan turned to look at Li Mengying, who was still deep in slumber, not expecting her to still be untouched.
Remembering his roughness from the night before, he couldn't help but feel guilty, wondering how she had borne it.
He slid back under the covers carefully, and Li Mengying happened to open her sleepy eyes, locking gazes with Ling Fan as they both recalled the events of the previous night.
Her face immediately turned rosy, and she said shyly, "Ling... Young Master Ling!"
