The morning light gently breaks through the window's lattice, casting a few hazy beams over the messy bed.
Chen Yi was the first to open his eyes, his consciousness gradually clearing.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the pillow side.
Min Ning slept deeply, her heroic brows and eyes relaxed in her dreams, showing a rare softness. A strand of jet-black hair lay scattered beside her neck. On the other side, Yin Weiyin was curled up, half-leaning, her cool face buried in the pillow, showing only a small portion of it. Her long lashes cast a faint shadow below her eyes. She slept uneasily, with a slight furrow on her brow, as if she had borne something.
The disordered bedding veiled the lingering traces of last night's intimacy, with glimpses of skin glowing softly in the morning light.
He couldn't help but recall,
last night, the two women intertwined, their cheeks flushed with passion, and the lingering sense of satisfaction quietly rose in his heart again.
