The morning light filtered through the white curtains into the bedroom.
Tang Song's eyelids twitched slightly, and his consciousness gradually awoke from sleep.
Under his palm, there was a warm, smooth sensation of skin, surrounded by a cold and refreshing fragrance.
As he opened his eyes, his blurred vision gradually focused on a scene that's hard to look away from.
Zhao Yaqian was curled in his arm, sleeping soundly.
Her fair cheeks with a faint blush, dense eyelashes quivering gently with her breath, and her lips slightly swollen.
On the other side, Lin Muxue was half-lying on his chest, her brown hair cascading like a waterfall, her long legs casually draped over his knee, her body curves outlined in the warm light, forming alluring arcs.
The morning light traced their smooth skin, faint marks of kisses, scratches, and slaps from last night's intensity visible.
The entire room is filled with a lazy and intoxicating atmosphere, as if time has stopped flowing.
