Night

Although the dormitory lights had long been turned off, the graduating girls each had their own plans for the evening. After waving goodbye at the school gate, the car drove off, leaving a serene scene.

Under the candlelight, two figures danced together to the piano music of Yang, their movements graceful and their shadows merging under the moonlight. Their bodies grew closer, their silhouettes blending into one. A deep kiss, a soft smile. The night, the clouds, the wind—they all seemed drunk with joy.

Sunlight spilled onto the bed, and Yang's piano piece "Morning" flowed gently through the air, filling it with a sense of warm, clear morning sunshine. It was already the next day. Suddenly, the door opened. Murong Feng, wearing white underwear that revealed his strong physique, entered carrying a small breakfast tray. Seeing that Ye Zi was awake, he smiled and said, "Lazy girl, did you just woke up? Come try the breakfast I."

Ye Zi propped herself up with her arm, causing the silk quilt to slip, revealing part of her beautiful, alluring body. Murong Feng's eyes lit up with a fiery gaze, making Ye Zi blush. She gently pulled the quilt back up and asked with a delighted smile, "Wow you can also make breakfast?" Murong Feng feigned anger and said, "Oh, looking down on me, huh? In that case, I'll take it away." He pretended to walk away with the tray, but Ye Zi quickly called out, "Alright, alright, I love it, you petty guy!" Only then did Murong Feng return with a loving smile, placing the tray on the bed.

Milk, toast with fried eggs, juice, sushi, fruit, and even a small bowl of porridge—Ye Zi looked at the feast in surprise and joy, exclaiming, "So lavish!" Murong Feng climbed into bed, carefully pulling her into his arms, and teased, "Since it's your first time receiving such favor, you need a good meal to replenish." Ye Zi blushed deeply and pinched Murong Feng's waist under the covers. Though she hesitated to actually hurt him, she scolded, "It's all your fault!"

Murong Feng laughed heartily, tightening his embrace and pulling her closer. He said with gratitude, "Ye Zi, I'm truly happy. It feels so wonderful to have you."

Ye Zi lay in his arms, feeling his firm, muscular chest and the warmth of his embrace. She reminisced about the events of the previous night, which seemed like a beautiful dream. She let out a long sigh and whispered, "Such a wonderful feeling!" These words stirred Murong Feng's desire again. Flipping over, he pressed her beneath him and smiled, "Let's make our Ye Zi feel wonderful once more!" Ye Zi exclaimed, "Watch the tray!"

The piano melody continued to float through the room. On such a morning, there was a feeling of pure happiness.