Xiang Ying lay on his chest, lifting a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Finally fooled you into coming up here, now I can hehehe..."
Before she finished her mischievous giggle, Jie Chen covered her mouth.
His eyebrows twisted in his stark black brow, but his eyes swirled with waves, and his voice became a bit hoarse.
"Not now."
Xiang Ying pulled his hand down: "I meant to say, you're right, lying flat really does press on the wound, I should be facedown."
So she chose to lie on top of him because it was comfortable.
Jie Chen was taken aback, a dark light dissipated in his eyes, and he chuckled, somewhat mocking himself.
What was he just thinking? He must be crazy.
Jie Chen held Xiang Ying's waist with one hand, careful not to press on her wound, and with the other hand, he pulled the quilt over them.
Xiang Ying had drunk some wine and with the warmth, she felt sleepy.
The strong beats of Jie Chen's heart gave her an indescribable sense of security.
