Xiang Wan liked the feeling of being held close by him without any space between them, their warmth melding together.
Her eyes hazy with emotion, she cradled his face in her hands, her fingertips gently tracing the contours of his face as if she had a thousand words to say, yet all remained silent at her lips.
Zuo Xingyun was stirred by the sight of her looking so lost and ravished.
Men always tend to express what's in their hearts very directly in these moments.
The night was long and hard to endure.
The next morning, Xiang Wan was awakened by the sounds of Zuo Xingyun getting out of bed, and she asked groggily what time it was.
She wasn't fully awake, only remembering that she had succumbed to sleep in the latter part of the night because she just couldn't take it anymore; even so, Zuo Xingyun had continued to torment her for a long while, reducing her to tears and sobs.
"It's half-past eight, your school doesn't have early classes at eight, does it?"
