Chapter 18: Forbidden Fruit Taste Like Jasmine
Su Meilin's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Zhao Yiming sleeping soundly beside her.
His body was turned toward her, his hand tucked under her head like a pillow, and his long brown hair partially covered his face.
His jawline was sharp, as were his eyelashes and eyes. But somehow, there was always a gentle aura about him.
He was undeniably handsome—and before she realized it, her cheeks flushed pink.
"What a gorgeous man..." she murmured. "Totally my type."
If her father hadn't sold her off to that bastard Jin Haolong—ten years her senior—maybe... just maybe, she would've had a chance to pursue someone like Yiming.
She didn't just lose her dreams... she didn't even get to choose who to love.
She shifted slightly, but that small movement woke Zhao Yiming. He stirred, stretching with a low grunt, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes—then froze the moment he realized who was lying beside him.
Su Meilin.
Naked.
His mind scrambled. 'Shit, I actually had sex with her! Wild, dirty, toe-curling sex!'