"Ugh, ugh," Yu Tian was squirming in the bed, sweating profusely. It looked like he was in excruciating pain.
"This is what happens every night," Yu Bufan said helplessly.
"Bu… But," Mei Qingyang hesitated a bit before continuing, "It did not happen when he was with me." She was very concerned about the person she was looking at. She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through his silky soft hair. His hair was drenched but it did not matter to her.
She had been called in the middle of the night by Yu Bufan on this particularly cold day. It was later half of February already and it should have started to get warmer. But today, it was another stormy night.
