Ye Qingxin furrowed her brows tightly. The man reached out to try to smooth them, but no matter how he tried, it was futile—
He suddenly became anxious, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you again?"
"No, no." The woman buried her head against his chest.
She was originally lying flat, and this movement made their posture seem strange, yet inexplicably harmonious and warm.
Ye Qingxin held him as if in a farewell embrace; part of his body was still within her, her whole body aflame, yet her heart felt icy cold, desperately trying to draw warmth from him.
"Oh dear! What's going on?" Jiang Yixiu was held so tightly he could barely breathe, "Did I really hurt you?"
"If it really hurts, just say it, don't hide it. Sometimes I can get a bit wild when my mind is distracted—"
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
