The following dawn, the light of springtime sun filled the bedroom.
Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes over the chest that rose and fell steadily and powerfully, feeling that mesmerizing presence, only to quickly blush when she saw the state of the room: the blanket and towel that had been kicked to the floor, and the messy scarlet of the bedding.
Last nightly instantly rewound like a movie that she would never forget for the rest of her life.
"Scoundrel…"
Every time she remembered those moves of her loved one that left her heart throbbing—that firm and deep penetration and a never-before-experienced tenderness, Xiaoxiao could not help leaning on to Qin Ruo's chest again. Quietly, she soaked in as their pulse beat almost in synchrony, murmured a complaint and lazily drew circles over that chest, her expression one of blissful intoxication.
She certainly did not know what she was asking for with that.
In seconds…
"Ah!"
Aaand there's more!
This chapter was also omitted from the original published work in Chinese.