In the early morning, quietly in Jane's peaceful and tired sleep, when she opened her eyes, the sun had risen high.

After hammering the brain, I only felt as if my whole body had been run over by a heavy truck, especially from the waist down in the hard-hit area, which simply didn't look like my own thing.

She struggled to get up with her hands, the white sheets on her body slowly falling, her round shoulders and beautiful collarbones exposed, exposed to the sun.

The soreness and weakness of her waist made her collapse before she could sit up. It bounced on the soft Simmons mattress and sank deep.

Looking up at the sky, the zenith had not yet closed, and the sunlight shone through the camphor trees and heavy glass next to it, spilling into the quiet house. The pale blue walls and the large white bed seem to make this place like an island in the middle of the sea.

However, Yu Zexiao was not in the room, where did he go?

Jian Anning slowed down again, letting her body soften to her fingertips, and gradually regained her strength, and she slowly got up. The white body is full of bruises, as if she has been subjected to domestic violence, and it is precisely because her skin is very white that these marks are more conspicuous.

Look at the clothes scattered all over the place - no, they should be rags. Last night, Yu Zexiao, who had taken a bath and had a beautiful and full meal, couldn't help but attack as soon as he put down his chopsticks, and there was a truce for ten days in a row.

And the clothes she was carrying were in the suitcase, placed at the entrance of the gate. I was going to take a break after eating a full meal yesterday and then clean up my things. Because Yu Zexiao is too urgent-her luggage hasn't been taken out yet.

Jian Anning got up with difficulty and looked at the fragments of this place - the dress she was wearing had long been torn in half by him, and she couldn't wear it at all. The little trench coat was left in the restaurant. Poor little pants, he pulled them in the bathroom. It seems that there is only one poor bra who can barely put on the .........

Even if there was no one else in Yu Zexiao's house, she didn't want to dangle naked.

Jian Anning walked to his wardrobe and opened the closet, there were a lot of shirts and suits in it. She casually picked out a white shirt to wear on her body, Yu Zexiao was 183 tall, and his clothes were draped over her body, like a large pajamas, which just covered her, revealing two slender white legs.

Jian Anning felt a little inappropriate, but there was no other clothes to wear at this time, so she thought about quickly pulling her suitcase in and changing into pajamas. Otherwise, if someone came today, wouldn't it be the end of seeing her like this?

The slippers were also left in the dining room, she could only barefoot, and unscrewed the door with some worry, the simple and elegant living room was quiet, and the cozy but not luxurious room seemed very warm.

Such a simple and bright house, in the early morning sun, looks very quiet and elegant.

The sky is bright, and the tall camphor trees outside the window are swaying in the autumn wind. The red maple forest in the distance is like a red cloud, and the fallen leaves are falling one after another, piling up into a bright red carpet, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.