Lu Wanwan couldn't remember how many times she had been pushed down again; it all stemmed from his unfounded accusation that she wanted to strip off his clothes.
At first she would try to explain during breaks, but later she understood.
It was just an excuse, an excuse for the beastly illness to flare up.
Lying dazedly on the bed, her body ached so much it didn't seem like her own.
The dim light in the room cast upon his well-defined contours, making him look exceptionally handsome.
In the end, she lay limp in his embrace, his neck and face still receiving unceasing, meticulously planted kisses.
With hardly any strength, she lifted one hand and held it in front of his mouth.
"Tired." Her mumbling voice was completely exhausted.
After intense activity, her eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep them open, yet her skin felt slightly uncomfortable due to the sweat.
But she really didn't want to move anymore.
Gu Annan didn't answer, but he responded by picking her up.
