A kiss, tumbling and lingering, began on the sofa, and their clothes ended up strewn messily on the floor.
Zong Yue was passively enjoying it, in the vast villa, only the two of them embraced closely.
It was at the peak of passion that she vaguely remembered, she originally wanted to discuss work with Li Jun.
It seemed there was no chance of that tonight.
...
The next day, Zong Yue slowly awoke, feeling sore all over, an inevitable result of indulgence.
She turned over and bumped into Li Jun's embrace.
The man was half-asleep, somewhat headachy after the hangover, his brow furrowed deeply.
Zong Yue looked up at him, "Does your head hurt?"
Li Jun's Adam's apple slid, he lowered his head to look at the girl who had raised her head in his arms; the light was dim, and only her eyes sparkled extraordinarily in the haze.
He hugged her and pressed her closer to his chest, "What time is it?"
Zong Yue glanced at her phone, "It's not even seven yet, do you want to get up?"
