Early morning.
The excellent quality of sleep had Tang Song opening his eyes early.
The morning light seeped through the brown curtains, leaving the room still dim.
The quilt was full of enchanting fragrances.
The sweet citrus mixed with a light floral scent, like the air on a summer afternoon.
Tang Song took a deep breath, and he was instantly awake.
In front of him, Wen Ruan was lying on her side, her back to him, sleeping soundly.
He slightly exerted pressure with his fingers, feeling it.
Soft, fluffy, yet vibrant.
It must be said, Wen Ruan really was extraordinarily gifted!
He took the opportunity of the weak morning light to examine her mature and charming face.
Tang Song moved closer and gently kissed her.
His body moved a bit, followed by a gradual feeling of numbness and soreness spreading from his left arm.
Wen Ruan's weight was not light, having pressed on him all night, the sensation was indeed bittersweet.
