บท 73: The Same Man in Her Bed, Again

As the morning rays gently filtered through the curtains, Xiang Ling stirred from her dreamless slumber, feeling cocooned in warmth. Instinctively, she snuggled closer to the source of comfort, relishing the sensation of security it offered. Nestling her face into the warmth, she inhaled deeply, greeted by a scent both familiar and intoxicating.

The smell reminded her of water, more like oceans. It was refreshing and she found herself smiling at the thought of oceans.

Her fingers brushed against something smooth yet firm, prompting her to explore further as she felt curious to find what could feel so good to the touch. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, she traced the contours of what seemed like a bare chest, the steady rise and fall beneath her touch betraying the presence of another being.