The Effects of Overindulgence

Si Yiyan pouted at such an accusation—it really didn't feel good.

Wen Xinya was originally speaking confidently. However, when she thought about the din she created last night, she really felt that she was courting death. She tugged at Si Yiyan's arm sheepishly and said in shock, "Si Yiyan, look… the Chinese roses over at the window have bloomed—they were still only buds yesterday."

Si Yiyan followed her gaze. "Yup! They bloomed last night."

Last night, he had been noticing this bunch of Chinese roses in the corner of his eyes. He saw how they turned from eager rosebuds to radiantly blooming flowers—just like how she blossomed passionately beneath him, her charm radiating in full splendor.

The scent of the Chinese roses still hung in the air. Wen Xinya's mood was strangely good.

"I thought you wanted to go to the bathroom?" Si Yiyan asked her in a hoarse voice filled with affection.

Wen Xinya couldn't help but nod with slight urgency.