The next morning, Ou Lan woke up to the sound of the waves and a room bathed in sunshine.
She stretched lazily like a beautiful mermaid, nestling in the warm blankets, her nostrils filled with a scent mixed with the aroma of roses.
Her consciousness gradually returned.
She was no longer a virgin girl; now, she had truly become a little wife.
She turned her head toward the other side of the bed only to find that the man was not there.
Sure enough, all men are scoundrels; he wasn't by her side when she woke up.
Miss Ou felt a bit let down.
Just as this feeling arose, the balcony door slid open, and the man walked in from the pontoon.
He had clearly gone for a swim, his hair still damp.
As soon as he entered, he smiled tenderly at her.
Zhan Moxiao found himself liking her more and more; he walked over to kiss her, but like a slippy fish, she dived under the blanket, afraid to look at him again.
