The next day.
Street Dormitory, Dong Family.
In the morning, a ray of sunlight slipped past the curtains and into the Small Bedroom, illuminating it.
Dong Xuebin yawned and opened his sleepy eyes. He looked at the light outside, then at the clock on the table, before closing his eyes again and dozing off. They had gone at it far too enthusiastically last night. Although District Governor Yuehua had only allowed that one normal position, Dong Xuebin's enthusiasm had not waned. He had kept Geng Yuehua busy until nearly three in the morning before they finally fell asleep. The mattress and sheets had shifted out of place, wrinkled and crooked, while the bedding covering and pressing against their bodies was still damp inside, not yet dry. Who knew whether it was sweat or something else.
"Hoo." A woman exhaled beside him.
Without opening his eyes, Dong Xuebin reached forward and pulled her into his arms. He had no idea where he touched, but his palm immediately filled with soft, fleshy warmth. "You awake?"
"...Mm."
"Sleep a little longer."
"What time is it?"
"Just seven. It's still early. I'll make you breakfast later."
"...No need."
Hearing Geng Yuehua's tone turn stiff again, Dong Xuebin gave an awkward laugh. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, he looked at her. District Governor Yuehua was gathering up her disheveled long hair strand by strand from below, smoothing it behind her head. Her gaze was rigidly fixed on the ceiling, her pupils somewhat unfocused.
Seeing that, Dong Xuebin slid his wrist down and moved his hand beneath the covers, slipping it between Geng Yuehua's beautiful legs and feeling around. "Yuehua, what are you thinking about?"
Geng Yuehua frowned. "What did you call me?"
Dong Xuebin smiled bitterly. "Yuehua. What else should I call you?"
"...What do