A night of passion, Huangfu Ye was no longer rough, his gentleness and patience made An Xiaonuan tremble.
The next day, when An Xiaonuan woke up, her body was still sore and aching, but it was a different feeling than before.
She lowered her head to look at the large hand holding her chest. She had intended to remove it; this man really loved touching her.
But when she saw scratches on the back of Huangfu Ye's hand, with scabs still on it, she was stunned.
A strange emotion suddenly emerged deep within her heart...
"Awake?" Huangfu Ye's voice echoed in her ear.
An Xiaonuan turned her head to see a handsome face. He had just woken up, his hair messy, sleep still in his eyes. Without his usual abnormality, he appeared somewhat childish.
Huangfu Ye immediately moved closer to her and tightly embraced her delicate petite body. An Xiaonuan felt his Baobei pressing against her, and she shifted uncomfortably.