Could It Have Happened?

The sun was already nearing its zenith, and warm, mellow sunlight poured through the crystal roof without restraint, spilling over the disheveled bed and setting the tiny glazed beads atop the gauze curtains shimmering with flowing color.

The air was still filled with the ambiguous scent left over from last night, a mingling of sandalwood and floral fragrance that had yet to fade.

Qian Renxue slowly woke, feeling as if her entire body had been taken apart and then pieced back together again.

She shifted slightly, sucked in a sharp breath, and only then realized that Dai Chengfeng still held her firmly captive in his arms.

The man's solid arm lay across her waist, neither too tight nor too loose, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of possession.

She turned her head, and what entered her sight was Dai Chengfeng's sleeping face, close at hand.

Morning light outlined his firm features. The sharpness and unruly arrogance he usually carried had softened greatly in sleep, and a rare hint of peace even showed between his brows.

But the faint smile lingering at the corner of his mouth, barely there, looked to Qian Renxue very much like the satisfied, teasing expression of someone who had "gotten his way."

Thinking of last night, and even of when the morning sky had just begun to brighten, of this man's insatiable "revenge" and demands, Qian Renxue's cheeks heated again, shame and anger tangling with sweetness in her heart.

As if possessed, she parted her lips and bit his well-defined shoulder, not too hard and not too lightly, leaving behind a clear tooth mark flushed faintly red.

"Hiss..."

Dai Chengfeng winced. His thick eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There was no bleary haze of just waking in those deep eyes. Instead, they were