The sweaty, delicate body, now soaked in sweat, had been replaced by another smooth feminine body. What was different though, was that this new person didn't tremble at all. Instead, she softly muttered Ye Yinzhu's name.
Even Ye Yinzhu himself didn't know how long the craziness of this night lasted. When he finally fell fast asleep, holding the warm, delicate body in his arms, the world outside was still silent. Each of his 3.6 million pores was utterly relaxed, which was why he slept so deeply and sweetly.
An indistinct knock on the door woke Ye Yinzhu from his slumber after an indeterminable amount of time. He had slept wonderfully, but the headache resulting from the hangover was troublesome. Gathering his mental energy to initiate self-recovery, a clarity of senses returned to him.
"Who is it?" Ye Yinzhu called, while cradling the body in his arms.
"Ye, it's noon. You and Sister Haiyang should wake up and eat something." Sura's voice echoed from outside the door.