The next morning, the curtains were drawn tight. Faint daylight seeped through the gaps, leaving the entire room quiet and dim.
Guan Ya gradually woke up and instinctively reached out to pull the lover sharing her bed into her arms, only to grasp at empty air.
Still not fully awake, she frowned slightly. Then her thick lashes trembled as she opened her beautiful eyes and looked over.
The space beside her pillow was empty.
With just that glance, her mood soured on what should have been a wonderful morning.
But then, as if sensing something, she rolled over and looked toward the desk.
A figure sat beside it, the bluish glow of the screen shining on his face. The surroundings were steeped in darkness, making that handsome, clean-cut face stand out in sharp relief.
Guan Ya's heart immediately settled, and her serene, gorgeous mixed-race features instantly came alive.
Her voice carried a trace of sweetness and lazy seduction as she giggled. "Entering sage mode first thing in the morning?"
"Woman, you're playing with fire again. Have you forgotten who was crying and begging, 'Brother, spare me,' last night?" Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and sneered.
He watched Guan Ya sit up with the covers hugged around her, her long, beautiful legs extending to the floor. She bent down to pick up the nightgown scattered by the foot of the bed, and from that angle, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly see the smooth curves of her jade-like back.
It was as delicate as the finest satin, yet unlike the lean, bony beauty of a young girl, it possessed the unique fullness of a mature woman.
The temptress made Zhang Yuanqing draw a deep breath. He withdrew his gaze and turned back to the computer.
After slipping into her nightgown, Guan Ya walked