The world had quieted down, leaving only the sound of rain hitting the glass and the beat of her heart.
However, just when everything was falling into place—
Lu Xiao stared at something, his eyes in the dark shimmering with a hint of crimson, and he fell silent.
"Why, why did it stop?"
Her hoarse voice had just faded when she suddenly felt a warm flow in her abdomen.
She was stunned for quite a while, burying her entire self into the pillow, her little fists forcefully pounding on the bed.
Tears almost fell.
The man's chest rose and fell slightly. Lu Xiao picked up a thin fleece garment, quickly put it on over his solid pectorals and lean, strong abdominal muscles.
"What should I do, what can I do?"
His voice was husky, and the flame that she had sparked in his eyes was being forcefully suppressed.
His self-control was too strong.
