I Slept with You

That night, another heavy rain fell in the Xie manor. The violent wind attacked wave after wave, and the flowers in the garden swayed and trembled in the wind and rain. The beautiful petals decorated the ground beautifully.

The clouds and rain had just stopped, and the sky was clear. The warm sunlight shone through the curtains and landed on Feng Qing's face. After being tormented by Xie Jiuhan for the entire night, her body had fallen apart. Her two legs, especially, were incomparably sore. Being cherished by a man for the entire night was equivalent to being beaten up by someone wearing boxing gloves.