Fu Shanshan sent a text message to Mu Mian.
The phone on the table lit up for a moment, but the couple engrossed in their lovemaking did not notice it.
The first ray of morning sunlight shone into the room from the window, warming her body and rousing her from sleep.
He was sitting by the window reading a book, his posture elegant, his demeanor noble. Just standing there, he looked like a beautiful painting,
Mu Mian pouted, feeling rather unwilling to accept this.
Why, after he had exerted himself so fiercely with her, was she always the one left exhausted, while he would carry on as if nothing had happened, still quietly reading his book?
Mu Mian, feeling somewhat weak in her arms, got up reluctantly, shot him a dissatisfied glance, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she came out and saw him still reading, she casually picked up the phone from the table and walked past him, taking a seat on the windowsill, prepared to check the news.