Cheng Yanzhi held her, the strings of his sleepwear was somehow untied by him, his large hand rested lecherously on her chest.
"Cheng Yanzhi!" She turned on the light, glaring at the man beside her, feeling both annoyed and irritated...
She shouldn't have let him stay over!
Cheng Yanzhi's face was burning, he held her, breathing heavily, muttering her name in his sleep, "Sheng."
Over these two years, every time he was sick or injured, he would always dream of her, unfortunately, she was in a far-off land, not by his side.
Now, Xia Yunsheng was right beside him, but he, in his feverish delirium, believed she was still overseas...
A deep sense of helplessness spread from his heart.... "I'm sorry."
The voice was soft, but Xia Yunsheng was very close, so she could hear it clearly.
She quickly realized that Cheng Yanzhi was sleep-talking, his fever worsening than before she slept.
She had no choice but to get up...
