The early morning sunlight poured into the room, and Shen Mochen suddenly opened his eyes, moving his limbs.
Thankfully, all limbs were intact.
He touched his face, confirming his second life was safe too.
He sat up, surveying the familiar room, which was in utter disarray; it was hard to imagine the intense battle that had taken place here last night.
"So cold!" Shen Mochen murmured softly.
The weather was getting colder, yet he was stark naked. He looked down; Xia Qingrou and Han Muxue were still asleep under the covers. They had been tossed about mercilessly last night, leaving Shen Mochen with lingering fear, worried about their revenge upon waking.
Shen Mochen was genuinely angry last night, and in his rage, he decided to teach the two of them a lesson. No matter how they begged and apologized, he showed no mercy. All of this happened right in front of Catherine.
Although it felt great at the time, now his back was chilling with fear.
