Xia Yunsheng felt his damp tongue, accompanied by his somewhat chaotic breath, and her own breathing became irregular...
Recalling his conversation with his mother, she didn't push him away.
By the time she realized, she was already held tightly in his arms, while her hand, still stiff on his shoulder, was unsure whether to hug him in return.
Cheng Yanzhi looked at her in his arms, "Sheng."
She didn't respond.
He kissed her forehead, "I love you!"
Xia Yunsheng diverted her attention, "It seems false. I am so tired. I want to rest, I got up early today."
"Alright!" He lay down holding her in his arms.
Xia Yunsheng said, "I can't sleep with you by my side. I'm afraid you'll touch me."
"I won't, I can't bear to." He refused to let her go, "Let me hold you for a while. If I'm not holding you, I can't sleep. It seems like my heart is empty without you."
Xia Yunsheng opened her eyes and looked at him, "Don't you feel you're faking it?"
"Where is it fake?"
