Fu Shihan finished speaking, then bowed his head and left tiny marks on her body, only to belatedly realize something.
He suspected that his cold wasn't really caused by overworking at all but by the damn cold showers he had taken before.
One tease after another, so close yet so far, forcing him to take showers, and now, here he was, ending up with a cold and a fever.
He looked down at the panting, tempting siren underneath him, wishing he could devour her whole, leaving not even her bones.
Su Wanxin had no clue what he was thinking about. One moment he was rubbing against her non-stop, the next he had turned to the side of the bed, grabbed the blanket, and threw it towards her without sparing her another glance.
She pulled at her clothes and looked at his sulking silhouette, completely confused.
Exhausted, irritated, and drowsy, Fu Shihan lay with his back to her for a while before turning around to embrace her and finally falling asleep.
