The next day.
At dawn, Han Xing opened his eyes.
At this time, Han Xing usually stands up and goes to the balcony to see the scenery outside.
But today was different.
Because in his arms, there was a beautiful woman with a slightly flushed face, looking radiant.
Zhang Lianmeng was still asleep with her eyes closed.
Han Xing didn't wake her up.
He knew Zhang Lianmeng was exhausted from last night.
He prepared to withdraw his arm from beneath her neck.
It was then that Han Xing's movement seemed to awaken the sleeping Zhang Lianmeng.
She half-opened her drowsy eyes and softly said, "Brother Xing, you're awake?"
After the first taste of passion, Zhang Lianmeng's demeanor had become more mature and alluring.
"Hmm." Han Xing responded.
Then, there was a long silence.
Both seemed awkward and out of words at that moment.
After a while, Zhang Lianmeng took the initiative to break the silence saying:
