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The next day, the warm morning sun filtered softly through the sheer window curtains. Sunlight refracted, causing tiny dust particles to float in the air. On the bed, two figures were nestled together.
Yun Li's dark hair was entwined around the collarbone of the man behind her. She fluttered her eyelashes gently, gradually becoming aware of her surroundings. Her back was enveloped, and she felt the hardness of his chin pressing against her shoulder.
Her biological clock had roused her from sleep. Blinking in a daze, she felt a mix of soreness and fatigue surrounding her. Discomfort radiated from various parts of her body. Her thighs ached, and there was a burning sensation below. She shifted slightly to distance herself from his embrace.
This movement startled him awake; his arm around her waist tightened, pulling her back toward him. The force was strong, and Yun Li's back pressed firmly against him. She realized she was wearing nothing, acutely aware of his warm body against hers.
Grasping the blanket tightly with her fingers, she buried her head under it to hide her flushed cheeks. "Just a little longer," he murmured in a low, hoarse voice, still drowsy.
Yun Li wished she could sleep a bit more too, but the current situation did not allow for such tranquility. Feeling embarrassed about her lack of clothing, she spoke softly from beneath the blanket.
The sound tickled Jiang Shiyu's ears. "Just wait a moment," he replied.
He turned her around by gently pressing on her slender shoulders, then pinched her chin with his fingers to make her look up at him. His gaze darkened as he leaned down to kiss her. The kiss was tender and lingering, devoid of any lust.
Afterward, they both dozed off for a while longer. Around eleven o'clock, Jiang Shiyu got out of bed, dressed neatly in black clothes with a slightly loose collar. He put on his pants and threaded his belt through the loops.
Yun Li clutched the blanket tightly around herself, leaving only her head exposed as she watched him. Her gaze lingered on the belt, and her face turned as red as a ripe fruit.
Jiang Shiyu glanced down and smiled softly. After fastening his belt, he bent down to place a kiss on her forehead before stepping out of the room.
In the living room, there was a colorful bag on the table, belonging to Yun Li. She had left the bag at Shu Ran's place yesterday, and it was sent over this morning. The bag felt substantial in her hands.
Yun Li sighed in relief as she took out her clothes; at least she wouldn't have to go without them. After their activities yesterday, Jiang Shiyu had changed the sheets and had directly held Yun Li in his arms as they fell asleep. They had both been bare, the closest they had ever been to each other, completely unreserved, their skin touching and sharing warmth.
Yun Li put on a light yellow spaghetti strap top and a pair of loose-fitting jeans. After washing up, she brushed her long hair, which flowed like black silk down to her waist. She tied it into a side ponytail and added a pearl headband.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Jiang Shiyu standing by the window, talking on the phone. Hearing her approach, he softly said, "Okay, I'll hang up for now."
The sight of him made Yun Li recall the events of last night, causing her to feel a bit awkward as she fidgeted with her hands. "Who were you on the phone with?" she asked.
Jiang Shiyu's gaze fell on her delicate shoulders and exquisite collarbone, where the marks from last night had faded away. He walked over and lifted her chin to take a closer look. "Has it healed so quickly?"
Yun Li understood what he meant and swatted his hand away just before he could touch her. Embarrassed and angry, she replied, "How could it be so fast? I covered it up with concealer."
Jiang Shiyu raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he seemed to be in a good mood. "That's good."
She still preferred wearing spaghetti straps with long pants; the skirt from last night had been torn to shreds and thrown into the trash can, with a few thin straps still hanging on its edge. Pants were definitely better; skirts attracted too much attention.
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