By the time Li Meirong had opened her eyes, Zhu Qingyue had already stepped outside. She was glad for it, too. Her face felt burning hot to the touch.

Too tired to move, she merely kept her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

Actually, she had woken up a bit earlier and pretended to be asleep for a while longer. She wanted to see what else Zhu Qingyue had in store for her. It was only sheer luck which helped her feign sleep.

Utilizing Feng Huang's shield technique in addition to the recent 'upgrade' in power had allowed her pretense to go unnoticed.

A sweltering rush of embarrassment filled her, and her fingers fidgeted without end as she thought of the intense form of exercise her untrained body had just been put through.

A pain-filled moan escaped her lips as the feeling of throbbing muscles abruptly assaulted her senses. She was aching all over. Her waist, especially, felt excruciatingly sore.

As for her abused nether region, she didn't even wish to think about it.

Li Meirong slowly moved the blanket aside from her naked body to inspect her condition. To her great mortification, she discovered a trail of hickeys made their way towards her navel.

In the back of her mind, she knew she had been the one who came on to him. She wasn't so sure of what came over her, but she felt like she couldn't help herself. She had craved to touch him. She had wanted more of him.

However… he had been far too ruthless!

Li Meirong's cheeks darkened into a deeper shade of a ripe strawberry as she sensed a sticky wetness pooling between her thighs.

'This bastard!' An ever increasing part of her dearly wished to punch Zhu Qingyue until he turned black and blue!

She was only grateful for the fact the pain hadn't lingered much longer after the first time they had done it last night. Her body naturally seemed to have adjusted to his shape and size by the second time he had entered her. His unceasing penetration had made her carve crescent moons on his back, screaming until her voice had grown hoarse.

Consequently, Zhu Qingyue's words kept echoing in her ears long after his departure.

He said he yearned to spoil her, so that he would be the only thing she could ever think of…

Li Meirong adjusted herself into a sitting position, cupping her mouth to prevent herself from making too loud a sound as she squealed.

She nibbled on her lower lip, conflicted by her own torrent of emotions. She had to admit that she also wished for her beautiful senior to swiftly return to her side. The sooner, the better as far as she was concerned. She wondered if perhaps she developed some sort of masochism.

Or did she, hopefully, simply wish for Zhu Qingyue's speedy return only so she could exact revenge? At this point, she wasn't so sure.

In her large, limpid eyes showed signs of uncertainty.

At first, Li Meirong had vehemently denied her growing fondness for Zhu Qingyue, even to her own self. She had hoped to guard her feelings from further torment. But she couldn't find it in her heart to deny her emotions.

An indescribable form of attachment began to build inside for her silver haired senior. She was scared of liking him, but she liked him nonetheless.

Whatever he had been doing seemed to have an effect on her, because she found herself thinking of him quite often. Far too often for her own good.

Additionally, Li Meirong couldn't help feeling a nagging pang of dread well up inside of her as soon as he had left. After all of Zhu Qingyue's previous disappearances, she ended up wondering if perhaps she'd see the man in a few years once again.

"I have to get out of bed." Li Meirong groaned and shook her head. She felt sore, sticky, and generally uncomfortable.

More than anything else, she grew tired of sinking in her own useless thoughts.

A warm, relaxing bath never sounded any better than it did at this exact moment.

She dragged the nightgown which she kept underneath her pillow and draped it on herself. One of her feet dangled out of bed in preparation to head out.

However, as soon as she stepped out of bed, her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed with a loud thump to the floor.

The damned legs refused to listen! It was as if her limbs had lost their bones, and she became completely incapacitated. She dreaded to find out for how long she'd remain in this embarrassing state.

"Great, ah! Just great." Li Meirong sucked in a breath while grinding her teeth. She broke into a bitter smile as she rubbed her sensitive rear end. "Damn you, Zhu Qingyue!"