She didn't know how much time had passed before everything finally calmed down, and Qiao Yin's reason slowly returned.
She lay sweaty in Lu Lingche's arms, covered by a thin blanket that left only half of her shoulder exposed.
Her eyelashes trembled, wanting to scold Lu Lingche, but she felt she couldn't blame him entirely, as she had also lost her reason just now, indulging in his absurdity.
Lu Lingche looked at her cheeks flushed with redness, and a boundless tenderness surged from his heart. He gently brushed her forehead's damp hair and bent down to kiss her, "Do you want to take a bath? I'll carry you."
As Qiao Yin listened to the movie's end credits, she finally realized that she and he had foolishly carried on for nearly two hours.
She didn't even have the strength to stand up: "Let's rest for a while, I'll wash later."
