Lu Boyan's residence.

Su Jianan had tried over ten different sleep postures and had made over ten attempts at summoning any somnolence she thought she had in her, but still, sleep eluded her.

Usually, she would fall asleep the moment she hit the sack. But tonight, thoughts of Lu Boyan's bridal carry preoccupied her mind.

The way his strong hands felt when they were pressed against her skin, his body heat, the warmth of his firm pectorals, the sharp contours of his ...