The next day.
The soft, golden rays of a brand new dawn filtered gently through the lush, climbing green ivy and blooming pink jasmine vines of the hidden sanctuary, casting a warm, dappled pattern across the rustic wooden floorboards of the hut.
The heavy, volatile, and intoxicating storms of raw passion that had thoroughly dominated the small balcony throughout the entire night had finally subsided, leaving behind a deep, serene peace.
Inside the cozy kitchen area, Ye Hongyan was actively preparing breakfast.
She wore a simple, loose-fitting domestic robe, her long hair casually tied up, and a soft, incredibly radiant post-coital glow illuminated her beautiful features.
Every move she made was fluid and filled with a quiet, blissful happiness.
