The early morning sun filtered through the paper-thin windows of the pavilion, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. Dust motes drifted lazily in the light, dancing like tiny spirits suspended in silence. In the midst of that soft stillness, Meng Hao slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was met with the sight of Li Yao's slender figure resting beside him, her bare body partially draped by the silken sheets, one arm wrapped tightly around his torso. Her head was turned away from him, her long, dark hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall of silk. Her breathing was calm, even, lost in the quiet depths of sleep.
Meng Hao remained motionless, gazing at her profile for a moment, and a thought emerged in his mind.
It seems… I'm no longer a virgin.
