The curtain hung low, letting in weak light, making it impossible to tell what time it was.
Tang Xiaobai stared at the top of the curtain, zoning out for a while before gradually coming to her senses.
Instinctively, she reached out to touch the side of the bed, only to find that even her fingers were hard to move, as if exhausted from overexertion.
What sort of strenuous activity did she do with her fingers last night?
Tang Xiaobai thought back, but accidentally recalled too much.
Sculpted abs... a narrow waist...
Taut back muscles that revealed gorgeous lines, hard enough that they couldn't be pinched—
Suddenly, she understood why her fingers were exhausted...
After a while longer, Tang Xiaobai sat up slowly, pulled the quilt over herself, and then called out.
Her throat seemed to be overused as well; her voice was hoarse, making Tang Xiaobai blush once more.
The maid opened the door and entered, arriving behind the screen, only to freeze.
