December 16, 2023, Saturday.
6:30 a.m.
The world outside the window was still shrouded in deep inky blue.
Shengyuan Jiajing, master bedroom.
Wen Ruan opened her eyes right on time.
The first thing she smelled was a crisp, pleasant natural scent.
She turned onto her side and, by the faint glow of the nightlight in the corner, looked at the woman still sleeping beside her.
Su Yu lay quietly curled beneath the covers, several strands of long black hair scattered across the snowy-white pillow, forming a striking contrast against her porcelain-like skin.
She seemed not to have fully sobered up from last night's light intoxication, her breathing long and soft.
She was completely unlike the radiant, commanding figure she showed on screen.
At this moment, she possessed the fragile beauty of delicate porcelain.
Even in sleep, her graceful, relaxed figure remained flawless.
Tsk—this was deadly.
Wen Ruan sighed inwardly.
Forget Tang Song, that scumbag. Even a straight-as-steel woman like me feels like she can barely keep herself under control when sharing a bed with such an exquisite beauty.
To be fair, purely in terms of refined features and perfect bone structure, even Director Jin fell slightly short of Su Yu.
She truly had a top-tier divine face favored by the Creator, irresistible to both men and women.
Wen Ruan resisted the urge to poke that face, then carefully lifted the covers and got out of bed.
After washing up, she changed into a figure-hugging gray workout outfit in the walk-in closet.
As she headed downstairs, she picked up her phone.
The moment the screen lit up, several WeChat messages from Tang Song popped up.
They had been sent in the early hours of the morning.
[ Tang Song: [Photo 1].jpg, [Photo 2].jpg, [Photo 3].jpg---- ]
[ Tang Song: "Big Sister,