Ye Qiu wraps his arms around Zhong Meiying from behind, the two of them standing quietly by the window, watching the Capital's night scenery, the atmosphere warm and beautiful.
That day, Zhong Meiying had not returned home, waking up in the morning on Ye Qiu's large bed, her head still groggy, the discomfort on her body also informing her what had transpired the night before, the man's strong arms still encircling her.
Thinking of the man's heavy breathing and robust body from the previous night, Zhong Meiying couldn't help but blush, though it was very painful at the beginning, she ultimately found herself lost in that ultimate pleasure, even beginning to reciprocate involuntarily – she couldn't believe she was the sultry and bold woman from last night.
"Mmm!" Zhong Meiying covered her face with the blanket in embarrassment, but her movement unwittingly woke the slumbering man.
