song qincheng took a two-day leave from the imperial court because she was not feeling well.
that day, after she returned home from the drip, she pulled off the bedsheet, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the washing machine. then, she went back to her room and took an afternoon nap on the palm mattress.
song qincheng did not sleep well.
in a daze, some scenes replayed in her mind. it was so real that every detail was so clear.
the expression on the man's face was calm, and their breaths were intertwined and suppressed. his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were even cold. only the thing that filled her body was boiling hot. sweat spread from his forehead to his chin, and some fell on her delicate skin.
after an unknown amount of time, yu tingchuan seemed to be tired of this position. as he sat up, he pulled her up and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.
