The next morning, Le Tong woke up feeling sore all over.
She looked around in a daze; everything her eyes fell upon, from the ceiling to the furnishings around the bed, appeared very unfamiliar.
Le Tong struggled to lift her sore and weak hand to rub her eyes. Her mind slowly kicked into gear, and she finally remembered that the strange bedroom she was in was a guest room at the Yang Family's house.
And last night, in this unfamiliar bedroom, in a sober state, she had willingly given herself completely to a certain man.
But that man, who had been utterly relentless last night, tossing her around until she was half-dead, was nowhere to be seen now.
"Ji Rui..."
Le Tong was startled by her own hoarse voice and instinctively shut her mouth. The scenes from last night that made her flush and her ears burn flashed rapidly through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie.
