When Song Fan had finally cried her fill, she found herself with little strength remaining. She had been pulling Gu Chen along earlier, and now she was injured. No matter how resilient she was, her strength had been entirely depleted.
Upon observing her exhausted state, Gu Chen allowed her to rest on his body. Song Fan didn't hesitate and lay down directly.
It wasn't that Gu Chen's physique lacked appeal, but Song Fan was utterly drained. As long as she could rest, it didn't matter where she lay down.
She was so fatigued that she nearly drifted off to sleep. However, Gu Chen, beneath her, was struggling.
He could sense Song Fan's warm breath on his body, and her positioning on top of him was quite intimate, allowing him to discern every contour of her figure.
He had never imagined that a woman's body could be so soft as if it were composed of liquid. Yet, when he gazed upon Song Fan's alabaster skin, it appeared to be porcelain.
