Yuran responded with a kiss, landing on the corner of his lips, gazing into his beautiful eyes, feeling both mad and shy, "Do you really think what we just did counts as breakfast?"
Bo Yan laughed, his voice low, his jawline captivating, "Then, lunch?"
Yuran waved her hand dismissively, "You better get going."
"Why, are you worried you won't be able to control yourself? Sleeping with me again?"
Yuran was dumbfounded, "What are you thinking? How can you say such shameless things?"
Bo Yan smiled delightedly, kissed her passionately while holding her chin, then released her and walked away.
Yuran, who had been thoroughly exhausted from a night and a morning, didn't have even a bit of energy left. She lingered in bed for a long while before slowly starting to curse, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went into the bathroom.
As soon as she slipped off her bathrobe, she noticed those marks of varying depth on her body. She was initially stunned, then her face flushed red.
