Ning Guiwan awoke; it was already the next day.
The sunlight filtered through the glass and fell on her face. As consciousness returned, so too did the memories of last night.
After she had said, "I'm bound to be bullied by you sooner or later, might as well be now," she began to undo the buttons before her.
But she was stumped at the very first step.
That tie pin inlaid with a Black Pearl—she had no idea how to remove it.
It wasn't that her mind didn't know how; her hands simply wouldn't cooperate.
Perhaps because her hands had been fumbling at his neck for so long, the man, seemingly out of patience, grasped them. His voice, nearly swept away by the sea breeze, said, "Let's go back to the room and take it slowly, okay?"
Ning Guiwan was coaxed into nodding. Her legs were truly too weak to walk, so Quan Yu picked her up.
The last moment of her memory was of the man carrying her back into the cabin...
