After a night of tenderness, the next morning, Song Yuanhuan got up with a satisfied expression and went for a morning run, while Xu Xiuxiu hid in her bed like a shrinking turtle, her legs trembling. If Song Yuanhuan hadn't come back with breakfast, Xu Xiuxiu might have continued to play dead in bed.
"Come on, get up! Cheng Guang is almost awake," Song Yuanhuan entered the bedroom, soothingly coaxing Xu Xiuxiu, who had buried herself completely under the covers.
"I'm not getting up." Xu Xiuxiu grumbled, coiled in the comforter.
At this moment, the memory of last night, where Song Yuanhuan had gently but firmly led her through her very first true experience of intimacy, filled Xu Xiuxiu with annoyance. She had not expected that a man starved for so long would, like a famished refugee, mercilessly drag her into a second round without any care, his domineering presence leaving no room for her resistance.
