The morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling gently into the room. Li Qingchan's long lashes trembled a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.
The slight headache from her hangover made her delicate brows furrow, but what instantly sobered her was the strange sensation in her body—she felt weak and sore all over, especially in one private area, where waves of distinct, unfamiliar tingling and slight pain came from.
She instinctively shifted her body, only to discover that she was completely naked, wrapped in a soft brocade quilt.
Her memories came flooding back like a tide—the banquet last night, drinking with Yao Yao, her bold confession under the influence of alcohol, and that wild, shameful intimacy afterward...
"Ah!" Li Qingchan cried out softly. Her exquisite face instantly flushed scarlet, and even her ears and neck were dyed an alluring pink.
She abruptly pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly in it, exposing only a pair of flustered, bashful eyes as she anxiously looked around.
Then, she met a pair of dark eyes glinting with teasing amusement.
Mo Lin lay on his side beside her, propping up his head with one hand as he watched her with a smile. His gaze was full of satisfaction and undisguised admiration. He had clearly been awake for quite some time, quietly watching her sleep and then wake in panic.
"You're awake?" Mo Lin's voice carried the huskiness of morning, making it all the more magnetic. He reached out with one finger and gently brushed Li Qingchan's burning cheek. "Last night... someone was awfully enthusiastic."
Li Qingchan was so embarrassed that she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. She instinctively tried to avoid his touch, but Mo Lin took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her