After another tumultuous night, Su Xingyu felt extremely indignant.
Exhausted to the extreme, she fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by nightmares throughout the night. By morning, her entire body ached. She opened her eyes to see Lu Shifeng walking out of the bathroom, freshly showered. The soft morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining his perfectly proportioned muscles and the water droplets on his skin.
With a white towel casually wrapped around his waist, he moved towards the wardrobe to find clothes. He gave a sideways glance at Su Xingyu who was still curled up in bed. "Awake? If you're up, go shower and then come downstairs to have breakfast with me."
They rarely had breakfast together, as she was usually still asleep when he left.
She didn't have his stamina, often exhausted to the point of near-collapse. How could she get up?
But this morning was an exception. She hadn't slept well at all...
