Early the next morning, before dawn.
Qian Shanxue, with her waist-length hair draped like a waterfall to one side, revealing her graceful waist, lay beside Shen Qiang in a state of satisfied exhaustion, her charming face covered in fragrant perspiration. She gently kissed Shen Qiang's chin with her pink lips and wrapped her smooth white arm, as smooth as jade, around his neck.
Gazing at Qian Shanxue, who was resting her head lazily on his shoulder like a delicate bird relying on him, Shen Qiang realized for the first time that beneath her high and cold mask, she hid a vulnerable young woman who hoped for someone to lean on.
He gently covered her with the quilt, tucking in the corners, which made a blissful smile appear on her lovely face. Her scorching body also unconsciously moved closer.
