Before she could finish her sentence, tender lips stopped her, every sound post that only becoming heart-thumping moans…
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An intense night's consequence is being unable to get out of bed the next day.
The sunlight filtered through the window, pouring onto the bed, rousing the woman nestled within the covers.
Murong Qian lazily opened her eyes, her gaze aimlessly resting upon the deep blue ceiling above. It took her a while to remember where she was.
Lu Cong?
Where did he go?
She instinctively glanced around and found that Lu Cong wasn't in the room.
She attempted to get up, but found her limbs to feel as if they'd been disjointed and reassembled, each movement causing her pain.
That outrageous man!
Dare he exhaust her to such limits again?
With a low curse, Murong Qian struggled to her feet, supporting her aching waist.
Her clothes were drenched last night. Unable to find a replacement, she pulled open his wardrobe and slyly slipped on a white shirt.