Early in the morning, a slender hand stretched out from under the covers and turned off the vibrating alarm clock.
Meng Tian covered herself with the blanket, wanting to get some more sleep.
But the soreness in her muscles made her instantly wake up quite a bit.
Everything that had happened last night flashed through her mind like a passing glance.
From the bathroom to the carpet and then onto the bed, traces of their passionate encounter were left all over the room.
Because it was too intense, she felt like her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, which was uncomfortable.
She mentally cursed the instigator.
Meng Tian let out a heavy breath.
After calming down for a while, Meng Tian finally got out of bed and put on her shoes.
But the moment her feet touched the ground, her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor.
Tang Jingyao, that maniac, had nearly killed her.