It took a long time before the fire of passion that had ignited under the night sky finally cooled down, for that night only of course. Song Jia by now was so tired that she could barely move even a limb. Her eyelids were drooping and her entire body felt sore.
Wu Zhang kissed her forehead gently before getting off of her and then pulling her closer to wrap her in his arms and she in return snuggled closer to his chest, leaving no space in between them.
As they lay there, he realized that she might be feeling cold, and they had nothing to cover themselves with.
He looked down at her and saw her fast asleep with her breathing even.
In an extremely careful and slow movement, making sure she doesn't wake up, he pulled back his arm from beneath her, turned around to grab his suit jacket which was flung somewhere on the floor by him previously.
