When Lin Fan opened his eyes.
In his arm's embrace, his delicate wife, Meng Yao, like white jade, curled up in his arms.
Her waterfall-like hair framed her stunningly beautiful face.
The perfect curve was entirely in his control.
Even though she hadn't woken up, a happy smile still lingered on her face.
The clothes scattered on the floor and the wrinkled bedsheet recorded all of last night's madness.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
The sound of the alarm brought this still beauty abruptly to an end.
When Meng Yao opened her eyes, she realized she was clinging to Lin Fan tightly like a raccoon.
"Morning!"
Though they were husband and wife, regrettably, they spent very little time together.
Recalling last night's intimacy, Meng Yao's face instantly turned as red as an apple.
The beauty so close seemed almost boneless.
Lin Fan flashed a mischievous smile, reached out his hand, and pulled her back as she tried to get out of bed.
