The next day, early morning.
As dawn broke, Feng Jinglei furrowed her brow in discomfort, feeling an intense soreness throughout her body as if it had been crushed.
In discomfort she furrowed her brow, and upon opening her eyes, she was greeted by a solid, muscular chest.
She froze instinctively, then memories of last night's events replayed in her mind like fragmented scenes from a film.
She looked up and was met with a finely sculpted face, deep features, peacefully asleep.
Recognizing Qin Feimo, Feng Jinglei found her heart hard to calm.
Now, even the last bit of her dignity was lost.
She moved slightly, trying to get out of bed without waking him. But as soon as she moved, she realized she was resting in the crook of his arm...
Startled, she looked at his arm, wondering if she had slept like this all night.
As she moved again, her body felt even more sore, the pain causing her brow to furrow tightly.
