The sky was tinged with a faint light.
Yun Shangshu habitually awoke early, only to find a pair of panda eyes staring at him.
"Prince, you are awake." Ling Rong, who had been dressed neatly for a while, respectfully bowed her head at the bedside.
He rose, the quilt sliding off him, revealing his flawless, muscular upper body.
Ling Rong's face immediately turned red, and thinking back to the passionate events of last night, her face flushed even deeper.
In a flurry, she diverted her eyes, nervously twisting her fingers.
Yun Shangshu paid no heed to her embarrassment, elegantly and naturally getting up, unabashedly exposing his body before her eyes.
"Help me dress," he lazily commanded, spreading his arms.
Ling Rong hesitated for a moment before hurriedly picking up the neatly folded clothes beside her, helping him get dressed piece by piece.
Her fair fingers occasionally brushed against his skin, and she felt as if her fingertips were about to ignite.
