Regret Comes Too Late
Zhang Yang looked over the long text message, shook his head, and lay back down.
Beside him, Le Man murmured softly in her sleep and nestled into his arms. Her faintly furrowed brows seemed to relax at once.
"Sleep, sleep." Zhang Yang held Le Man and gently patted her, as if soothing a child.
Gradually, drowsiness washed over him, and he too fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yang slowly woke up. In his groggy state, someone in his arms seemed to be rubbing against him.
When he opened his eyes, a breathtakingly beautiful face, soft and radiant, was gazing motionlessly at him.
"You're awake?" Zhang Yang sat up in surprise.
Under the sunlight, that flawless body practically gleamed with golden light, dazzling enough to leave one spellbound.
Le Man covered her eyes, blocking the brilliant sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows while secretly peeking through her fingers at the perfect body, the perfect man before her. Scenes from the previous night surged through her mind once more.
"You're awake, yet you're still covering your face. Are you a child?" Zhang Yang looked at Le Man, who was peeking at him from behind her hands, with amusement.
He got up, stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, and stretched lazily.
Behind him, faint rustling sounds gradually arose.
When Zhang Yang turned around, he saw Le Man clutching her chest as she bent down to pick up her clothes, her long hair sliding down over her shoulders.
"Still looking?" As if sensing his gaze, Le Man looked up and chided him softly.
Zhang Yang smiled as he took in Le Man's slender waist, long legs, and lovely figure. He did not make any flippant remarks, merely pointing at her phone.
"I happened to see