Just like that, it was Monday, and another busy week had begun.
In the morning twilight, Yan Feifan slowly opened his eyes. He felt stiff all over and couldn't move a muscle.
A moment later, he understood his predicament.
Yu Suye was clinging to him like an octopus, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.
Now fully awake, Yan Feifan wanted to move but didn't dare.
Last night, Yu Suye's explosive initiative and passion had been a delight for his body and soul, but it had also been a bit much for him to handle.
'If Yu Suye gets that fiery again this morning, can this humble body of mine even take it?'
'I still have a ton of work at the hospital today.'
Yan Feifan cautiously lifted Yu Suye's arm off his body, then her leg…
He moved with the gentle precision of someone defusing a bomb.
Fortunately, the entire operation was a success—tense but without incident. Yan Feifan slipped out of bed and padded barefoot out of the attic bedroom...
