Summer rose, and the light slowly climbed the hills from the sea.
Sunlight illuminated the hotel atop Santorini, filling the bedroom with golden radiance.
The room was quiet. Shirts, belts, a platinum-white gown, and lace underwear lay scattered across the floor. The night of scorching breaths, soft moans, and breathless gasps had passed.
On the bed bathed in golden sunlight, a beautiful figure with golden hair spread across the pure white sheets lay in radiant splendor.
Osphia slowly opened her eyes and woke. As she sat up in bed, revealing her snow-white back completely, she held the slipping white blanket over her chest.
Then her sapphire eyes looked past the balcony beyond the gauzy white curtains, where a breeze stirred beneath the clear sky and sea in the distance.
Today was another beautiful day.
There was movement on the bed. Feeling Osphia get up, Fang Ran woke at that moment as well.
He sat behind her, resting his face on her shoulder as his hands wrapped around her smooth waist from behind, then habitually began to move upward.
They both possessed the stamina of Participants, and neither was willing to surrender easily. Every time they were in bed, it felt like a competition.
Letting his mischievous hands roam at that moment, Osphia merely turned her eyes toward him with love as deep as the sea, a teasing curve rising at her lips.
"Good morning, my defeated subordinate."
Hearing that unusual morning greeting, Fang Ran's expression froze.
Remembering certain scenes from last night, he gritted his teeth in unconvinced frustration, unable to refute her.
"Using that kind of method was too underhanded."
But Osphia merely gave a smug little huff. A heady ambiguity lowered over her sapphire eyes as she leaned close to Fang Ran's face and laughed seductively.
"Wasn't putting