The next morning.
Wu Qiangwei opened her eyes and saw Wang Dahai sleeping soundly beside her.
This young face captivated her for a moment.
He wasn't particularly handsome, but the more she looked at him, the more fascinated she became.
"Little pervert,"
she whispered, pecking Wang Dahai lightly on the lips before tossing the covers off and jumping out of bed.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, she felt a throbbing pain.
Glancing down, her body, her thighs, were all covered in various bite marks and welts left by Wang Dahai.
She knew that Wang Dahai had wanted her to stay last night, and she also knew that he didn't dare to break the unspoken agreement between them.
So, he had tormented her over and over again in this way until she had no energy left.
She picked up her nightgown and walked out of the room barefoot.
When Wang Dahai woke up, his nose and mouth were completely congested.
He had caught a cold.
And it was rather severe.