Huanhuan lay in Sang Ye's arms and looked at him with a smile.
Sang Ye stroked her hair. "What are you smiling at?"
"Because I'm happy. I can finally sleep with you again."
The corners of Sang Ye's mouth twitched because of her words. He wanted to smile, but after using all his strength, he could only make a stiff smile. He could only give up and return to his expressionless face. "I still can't do it. Sorry."
He was clearly happy, but the flesh on his face could not move at all. He wanted to laugh, but he could not. He wanted to cry, but he could not either.
Huanhuan's heart ached. She encouraged him, saying, "Don't apologize. We'll take it slow. We'll definitely recover."
Sang Ye replied, "Yes."
As Huanhuan was afraid of the cold and Sang Ye's body temperature was very low, he deliberately made the charcoal fire in the house very hot. The temperature in the house was relatively high. Not long after, Huanhuan felt a little hot.
