After hastily getting dressed, she sneaked a glance at the man who took her for the first time; the silk sheet lay at his waist, revealing a solid, immaculate back. His bronze skin was flawless, causing Xia Youran's heart to inexplicably tighten. Could this be the man who spent the night with her? Do all ducks have such perfectly unassailable bodies?
Unable to resist curiosity, she stepped forward to see his face clearly, but the person on the bed shifted slightly, scaring her into retreating, kneeling on the ground like a morning frog, her black eyes darting around...
"That was close, that was close." Xia Youran stole another look at the bed, the man merely turned to the side, not waking up.
"Why do I even want to look?" Xia Youran muttered to herself; could she possibly be thinking of coming again?
Xia Youran shook herself out of such a terrible thought; she wasn't here for a one-night stand!
