C26 A Lover

An hour later, Lin Feng propped himself up against the headboard and lit a cigarette. Beside him, the obedient Zhang Xiaoman cradled an ashtray in her hands, positioning it right in front of him.

In that moment, Lin Feng's mind was in disarray. The stark red imprint of a plum blossom on the sheets was a silent testament to Zhang Xiaoman's first time—and his as well. Within the span of an hour