What Is The Purpose of My Existence?

The next morning approached too quickly. Li Xueyue had woken up earlier than Yu Zhen. She squinted at the sunlight that poured over the floor and glanced towards the window, where a bird was perched upon a branch. Not a second later, the sparrow spread its wings and took flight.

"Ever so violent," she muttered upon seeing the light bruises on her wrists. They had tried out something new and exciting yesterday, but as always, they got carried away.

Li Xueyue turned on her side so that she could look at him. She was relieved that his arm around her was no longer an iron grip. When she saw his face, stern even in his sleep, her lips twitched.

She slowly inched her way into a seated position, his arm sliding down to her lap. 

Li Xueyue quietly lifted a finger and poked his cheek, smooth and beautiful. His skin was always glowing a lovely sun-kissed color. 

"Heh, it seems your stamina is finally decreasing," she whispered and snickered to herself.