This time, Li Xiaoyun remembered everything.
Including the intimate connection she shared with Zhao Dingli last night.
Originally, because the room wasn't lit at night, only illuminated by moonlight,
she shouldn't have such vivid images.
But somehow, the memories were exceptionally clear.
It was as if the lights were fully on.
She could recall the redness on Zhao Dingli's face, the sweat on his forehead.
Even his breath by her ear, so tantalizing.
Li Xiaoyun seemed to return to last night, her senses infinitely amplified.
At this moment, the two were so intimately and openly cuddling.
Li Xiaoyun never imagined she would have such an experience.
She cautiously lifted her head from Zhao Dingli's embrace and saw him sleeping soundly and peacefully.
This was the first time she saw Zhao Dingli asleep.
Though they've lived here for quite a while, they've always slept in separate rooms, and she's never seen Zhao Dingli asleep.
Seeing him now, everything felt novel.
