The two of them fumbled around in the darkness for a while, but fearing they would be interrupted if they didn't stop soon, they quickly pulled back. Gu Muling’s clothes were in total disarray, with her inner garments slipping out. Her hands trembled as she lit the candle, and the room finally brightened, though the heavy, intimate air of the previous moments still lingered. Gu Muling avoided Zhao Yan’s direct gaze, turning her back to adjust her clothes.
She felt as though something still clung to her skin. She had already wiped herself once with a handkerchief, but she could still feel that sticky residue. There was no water in the room, so she would simply have to endure it for now.
Zhao Yan picked up the handkerchief from the bed, which was now crumpled beyond recognition. It was ruined if not washed, and he could hardly blame her for ignoring him; he realized he had been a bit excessive. A sense of belated guilt washed over him. After dressing, he smoothed out the bedding, though it remained hopelessly wrinkled everywhere.
Chapter 564