"Uh—" Xia Weiyi instinctively wanted to cry out twice more, but her lips were suddenly sealed, and the 'words' in her mouth turned into a groan of 'mmh—'
Feeling a familiar warmth, as if some energy were spreading throughout her body, Xia Weiyi's previously empty self began to feel fulfilled.
However, she now felt as if she were trapped in a swamp, sinking deeper the more she experienced satisfaction, yet feeling more empty at the same time.
She—she wanted—
This was the only conscious thought that emerged from her foggy mind.
She really wanted to open her eyes to see what was actually happening to her, but the sleeping pills were preventing Xia Weiyi from waking up immediately.
So, regardless of what or who was before her, as she felt comfort, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Ye Che's neck, like vines twining around a tree trunk, seeking something to cling to.
