The next day, when Lin Qian woke up, the sky was already bright. The warm yellow sunlight penetrated the gaps in the curtains and contrasted with the dimly lit room. It was like a gold belt that reached into the room, colorful and quiet.
Li Zhicheng hadn't yet woken up.
Hmm hmm hmm..
After the intimacy of the previous night, it was like a gorgeous and ridiculous dream to think back on it.
After their almost perfect first time, Li Zhicheng had taken a break, holding her. The two talked intimately for a time.
Then he went again ... having thought of that, Lin Qian couldn't help but be shy, because at the end of it, she wasn't like herself anymore.
He was still him. Calm, strong, and of few words, but his countless ways of caresses made her totally gave herself in to him again and again.
Lin Qian looked at the man's sleeping, peaceful face laying close to her.
