125 Sundays Are For Me

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS. YOU MAY OPT TO SKIP THIS BUT YOU'LL MISS THE LOVE.]

Waking up inside their tent, Yanmei flushed at their naked bodies next to each other with merely the blanket covering them. She received a lot of love last night, but even if it was more than what she expected, it was a memorable intimate moment, having done it inside a tent, in a pretend campsite. 

She smiled looking at Anton's arm, holding on to her tight. She turned to meet his athletic face and studied his manly features for minutes. She kissed on the tip of his nose before moving to his cheek. "Good morning. Rise and shine."

"I was already awake," he said. "I was observing how you were lusting on me."

She just giggled at his words. As her eyes remained to stare at him, she touched the brow which had a scar and asked, "I never got to ask you where you got this?"