The next morning, Bi Luo awoke from a deep slumber, with tear stains still on the corners of her eyes, remnants of the previous night.
Bi Luo had shed tears last night, not because she had been wronged, but because they were tears of happiness. She had finally become Jiang Xiaobai's woman, just as she had wished.
When she thought back to that night, Bi Luo's cheeks instantly flushed with two patches of red, her pretty face burning hot as if on fire, and her delicate body gradually became feverish.
She gazed at Jiang Xiaobai, who was still asleep, and found the little man more and more handsome, especially during the previous night on her, like an indefatigable little engine.
