"Not coming out.
When it ended, the whole world seemed to have been paused. Only two ragged breaths filled the room.
Ye Yansheng half-leaned against the headboard, his hands circling her waist, a hint of a smile in his eyes as he looked at the person in his arms.
Song Guanyu clenched her fists on his shoulders, her breath coming in hot puffs against his body.
She lay obediently on his sweat-soaked chest, her flushed cheek pressed against him, eyes hazy and lashes trembling. When he moved slightly, she trembled and burrowed deeper into his arms, sobbing, "Dr. Ye, let me rest a moment."
Her tone of refusal held no real threat—soft and weak—but her body clung to him like he was a lifeline.
Ye Yansheng stopped moving. He had only wanted to sit up a little to hold her more tightly. What was this little radish head thinking?
In the darkness, he tightened his arms around her. A bead of sweat slid from his temple and dripped onto her collarbone, making her eyelids flutter.
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