He gripped her shoulders tightly and shook his head. He tried to say something but did not have the energy to form even a syllable. Song Qingchun's shoulders were in pain from the vise-like grip, but she did not complain. Looking at how the man was suffering, Song Qingchun could not help but reach out to circle her arms around his waist. She ran her palms up and down his back, trying to comfort him.
Her embrace froze his shivering body for a moment before he nuzzled deeper into her arms. Song Qingchun hugged him closer to her heart while continued to rub him on his back.
Pain drenched his body with sweat, and the sweat made both of their clothes wet. However, they still did not part from this embrace.
