Physical exhaustion and mental excitement mingled together, and Wei Zijin had no idea when she fell asleep.
She slept soundly through the night.
That day, Wei Zijin's normally unshakable body clock failed her completely.
There was no six o'clock alarm, no changing into workout clothes for a morning jog, and no shower afterward before reviewing the week's work.
That was her Sunday routine, but today she broke it.
When she woke, the sunlight outside was no longer the soft gold of early morning. It shone with a bright, pale warmth, plainly announcing that it was already late.
It was noon already.
She stirred, feeling as though her entire body had been taken apart and reassembled, sore and weak, yet filled with a strange sense of satisfaction.
She smiled to herself.
The space beside her was empty, though the other side of the sheets still held another person's warmth and the impression of his body.
Wang Xiaoliang was no longer beside her.
She propped herself up, and the covers slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin scattered with intimate marks.
Blush-inducing images from last night flashed through her mind. She was still naked.
A rush of heat shot from the base of her neck to the top of her head, leaving her cheeks burning.
She hurriedly grabbed the covers and wrapped herself tightly in them, leaving only her still-dazed eyes exposed.
This was her apartment, a standard one-bedroom with a living room.
The bedroom door stood ajar, and faint rustling sounds drifted in from outside.
Something stirred in Wei Zijin's heart. She quietly lifted the covers, found a loose robe in the wardrobe, put it on, and tiptoed out.
In the living room, Wang Xiaoliang was carefully wiping dust off the TV stand with a damp cloth.
His movements were gentle,