The night was dimly lit, and a fierce, enduring battle had finally ceased. Torn black stockings were carelessly discarded on the carpet, and the air was still filled with a heart-stirring, ambiguous scent. Inside the quiet room, the two of them were yet to calm down, their messy breaths intertwining.
Xia Yanxin dared not indulge in pleasure this time. She hadn't even wiped the sweat off her body before she threw on a nightgown and checked the wound on his back.
"Babe, lie down…"
"No, turn over a bit more for me, let me see…"
Xia Yanxin slowly lifted the blanket off his back and saw that the bandage was soaked with sweat and stained with a bright red hue, indicating the stitches had come undone again. This damn man always treated sex as if it were a life-threatening endeavor, akin to a gluttonous big boy who could never be fully satisfied…
"The stitches have come undone. I'll go get Yeh Feili to sew them up for you again…"
