It was the morning the day after.
The soft screenings swayed and danced in the wind. The flower patterns on the screenings appeared even more pretty under the dawn's glow. Outside, vines of Chinese roses extended flexibly, making their way across the windows, and a bunch of blooming Chinese roses stretched past the window grills to display their charming colors indoors.
Wen Xinya awoke amidst the fragrance of Chinese roses.
She squinted her dry eyes and took some time to get used to the strong lighting indoors. Her head still felt blurry and stoned as she lifted her slightly heavy arm to massage it. Last night's memories came to her in a huge wave and drowned her.
She suddenly widened her eyes, feeling an impulse to cover her face.
Oh god! What did she do!
How embarrassing.
Could someone tell her who exactly was that lecher who licked Si Yiyan thoroughly from head to toe in the car last night?