Shi Che was particularly restless today, tossing and turning over two or three times before he finally stopped. By then, Ling Chuxia was too exhausted to even move a finger.
In the past, she would have risen immediately to take medication, but now, she lay languidly in Shi Che's arms, breathing softly with her eyes half-closed.
Shi Che held Ling Chuxia's soft and delicate body, her warm breaths spreading over his chest as his large hand gently stroked her smooth back, desire still apparent in his dark eyes.
The bedroom was quiet, so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silvery glow and filling the air with a tranquil beauty.
Shi Che's gaze lowered to Ling Chuxia's face; her cheeks were still flushed with the afterglow, her eyes hazy, and her lips slightly parted. Her drowsy appearance was so captivating that he couldn't resist bending down to kiss the sweetness of her lips.
