Su Ran's nap had been unusually long; by the time she woke up again, evening was approaching.
There was no longer a man's figure beside her, but the warmth and his faint scent still lingered in the bed.
At that moment, the door to the room was opened, and Fu Qiyuan walked in dressed to the nines.
"Awake?"
"Mhm."
Su Ran sat up in bed, and as the thin blanket slid off her, it revealed her fair, delicate shoulders.
Purple-red marks were scattered across her shoulders, evidence of their frenzied intimacy.
The man's gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes filled with a meaningful smile.
Su Ran glared at him speechlessly, then hastily pulled up the blanket to cover herself.
Fu Qiyuan embraced her along with the blanket, laughing as he spoke:
"Still shy?"
Su Ran: "..."
"Did I hurt you?"
Su Ran: "..."
"Or are you unsatisfied?"
"…Can you shut up?" Su Ran, her face flushed red, said through gritted teeth.
Fu Qiyuan: "I can't."
