This was His Love Letter to Her

A warm ray of sunlight slipped in between the curtains blocking the windows, gently falling on the figure lying on the bed. The blanket covered her entire body, only showing the top of her head.

Himari had been awake for a few minutes already yet she didn't dare to move too much.

As much as she was embarrassed when she recalled what happened last night, the soreness of her body also made her reluctant to leave the bed.

Kazuya kept tossing her around until late at night as if he was eagerly collecting the overdue debt from her.

Himari didn't really remember when did she fall asleep. She did recall the time when he helped her to bathe before bringing her back to bed. The bedsheet also had been changed to a new one by him last night.

Himari squirmed under the blanket, toes wriggling in shame.

The sneaky man wasn't on the bed with her when Himari woke up earlier. The time had struck to half-past nine o'clock in the morning.