Saturday, December 16, 2023.
6:30 AM.
The world outside the window was still shrouded in deep, dark blue.
Shengyuan Good Place, Master Bedroom.
Wen Ruan opened her eyes right on time.
The first thing she smelled was a cold but pleasant body scent.
She turned to her side, using the dim night light in the corner, she looked at the woman still asleep beside her.
Su Yu lay quietly curled up in the blanket, a few strands of her long black hair cascading onto the snow-white pillow, creating a strong visual contrast with her porcelain-like skin.
She seemed not completely awake from the slight intoxication of last night, her breathing was long and gentle.
Unlike her on-screen image, which radiated an aura of brilliance.
In this moment, she was defenseless, exuding a fragile beauty akin to a delicate porcelain piece.
Even in her dreams, her elegant, swan-like neck and relaxed posture remained flawless.
Tsk... truly fatal.
Wen Ruan secretly sighed in her heart.
