For Sang Yan, it was a night drenched by the rain.
So much so that when she woke up, it felt as if she were still in a dream.
But the soreness all over her body reminded her it wasn't a dream.
Those intimate moments were real.
They had suddenly and completely merged into one.
From then on, they were husband and wife, comrades in arms, each other's most intimate person.
Sweetness surged in her heart.
Regrettably, it was soon disrupted.
The man's vigorous vitality made her apprehensive.
"You, keep your distance from me."
She didn't know when the man beside her had awakened.
It seemed after that one night, his presence had become even more pronounced.
Her heart trembled slightly, somewhat afraid of his pure masculine strength.
"How do you feel?"
He Ying cradled his beloved woman, kissing the hair strewn over him.
Last night he had been overly unrestrained and lacking experience, uncertain if he had satisfied her.
As for her?
He hadn't expected her to be a virgin.
