LUO YAN woke up slowly. The first thing he noticed was the ache in his lower back, a deep, dull soreness that made him want to keep lying there. His thighs felt heavy and his hips stiff when he shifted slightly. There was a tender, raw feeling between his legs, not painful exactly, but sensitive enough to remind him of everything that had happened.
His muscles felt loose and tired, like they had been pushed past their usual limit. He let out a slow breath and opened his eyes. Sunlight was pushing through the curtains, and the room was bright. He turned his head. The space beside him was empty. Shen Ji Yun must be up already. Knowing him, he was probably making breakfast. He sat up slowly, wincing a little at the pull in his lower back.
