The next day.
Song Shi'an felt as though his entire body had fallen apart.
He was even more exhausted than the first time he had done it with Lu Mingyu.
He was so tired he could barely lift his hands.
When he woke up and checked the time, it was already noon. No wonder he had felt so hungry just now.
Lu Mingyu's stamina really was exceptionally good.
It perfectly matched the "stud waist" described in novels.
He buried his head in the pillow, with no desire to get up at all.
Click.
The faint sound of the door made Song Shi'an look toward it.
Lu Mingyu noticed that he was awake as well and asked with a smile, "You're awake. Lunch is ready. Want to go downstairs and eat later?"
"Don't want to." Song Shi'an sounded listless.
At that moment, he looked as though someone had drained all the life out of him, his whole body radiating a deathly gloom.
Lu Mingyu walked over and opened the bedroom curtains.
The sun was already blazing outside. The harsh sunlight made Song Shi'an uncomfortable for a moment, and he turned his head to keep the sunlight off himself.
Lu Mingyu sat beside the bed. Seeing him so dejected, he could not help finding it amusing and hauled him out of bed.
"Eat something. It's been so long already. Aren't you hungry?"
Song Shi'an sulked. "I'm not hungry."
Seeing that he was still angry, Lu Mingyu patiently coaxed him. "All right, last night was my fault. I apologize. I promise I'll listen to your suggestions next time."
It was not entirely his fault.
It could only be said that his taste was too good; he knew those clothes would suit Song Shi'an.
Sure enough, once Song Shi'an put them on, he could