Yang Peimin comfortably soaked in a bath, feeling every cell liberated—a sensation long missed.
She returned to her room, fussed over her face, then busied herself with Milk Essence and brewing health tea for her stomach. Finally, she took out her clothes and re-hung them neatly.
Then Shen Yiguang returned to the room, fresh from a bath himself, tall and handsome with a clear, bright face. As he dried his hair, he looked at her in surprise, "What's going on? Looking for clothes?"
Yang Peimin felt a bit awkward, "No, just browsing around."
"It's getting late, let's get some rest," Shen Yiguang said as he tossed the towel aside and embraced her from behind with his long legs.
Yang Peimin's heart pounded, her voice quivering, "Turn off the light."
Shen Yiguang obediently turned off the light.
And then he eagerly advanced.
As a soldier, he had great stamina, and Yang Peimin eventually passed out from exhaustion.
