Two hours later.
Jiang Yi's hair was still damp, this time with sweat.
It was trouble she had stirred up herself, but she ended up being put through two hours of hassle by Wen Suihan.
At the moment, she felt even more tired.
Jiang Yi curled up in Wen Suihan's arms, too lazy even to open her eyes.
Wen Suihan's breath whispered in her ear as he asked, "When did you realize that Zhou Zimu was also there?"
Jiang Yi didn't even lift her eyelids, humming a response, "I saw him long ago. I was trying to avoid him, but I still ran into him."
Wen Suihan brushed her stray hair back and asked, "Seeing an old acquaintance again, you didn't feel a thing?"
Jiang Yi's thoughts seemed to stall.
She tried to concentrate on analyzing what Wen Suihan meant by that, but her thoughts grew more scattered.
She mumbled, "Hmm?"
In a state of near unconsciousness, she said, "Yes."
