Rong Yan and Liancheng Yazhi were already sweating profusely, and the sheets were already wet. It was very uncomfortable to lie on their bodies, but neither of them moved.
liancheng yazhi was still hugging her. the two of them were very close to each other, and they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. their skin was touching, and their sweat was mixed. this was supposed to be the most intimate relationship between the most intimate couple in the world.
Rong Yan pursed her lips and smiled bitterly at the thought of this. Husband and wife? These two words, which could not have been more ordinary, sounded like the most distant fantasy to her now.
After a long time, the sweat on their bodies evaporated bit by bit, and the scorching temperature of their bodies gradually subsided.
Liancheng Yazhi turned over and lay on the other side, away from Rong Yan. There was nearly a meter between the two.
