Zixuan woke up the next day sore and tired all over his body.
For a moment, he just stared at the ceiling in a daze, his limbs feeling like they'd been used for manual labor. Even breathing seemed to take extra effort.
Still staring at the ceiling, he muttered, "Why am I so weak?" His voice was rough from sleep. He'd always thought his stamina was good, but after last night… maybe he had overestimated himself.
He let out a long sigh, his head falling back against the pillow.
What exactly had he done in his past life to deserve this kind of torture? His eyes shifted sideways to the very source of all his aches and discomfort.
Haoran.
Sleeping peacefully, like he wasn't the reason Zixuan's body felt like it had been run over by a truck. Completely unaware of the cold glare and curses Zixuan was throwing at him.
Beast. Wolf. Shameless brute. Three-legged bastard…
