"Huff... Ha... Huff... Ha..."
Under the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp, Qi Yulu lay sprawled across the bed, covered with a quilt, feeling sticky all over.
She wanted to get out of bed to take a shower but found her legs so weak she couldn't stand up.
Picking up her phone beside the pillow, she glanced at the time, "Ah! It's almost four in the morning!"
She turned to look at Chen Wei, her feelings a mix of helplessness and amusement, "If I knew it would be this tiring, I wouldn't have tempted you."
"I did warn you, but you insisted on provoking me," Chen Wei was still in good shape, looking as energetic as ever.
It made Qi Yulu wonder if Chen Wei could have continued but had stopped just in time to take care of her body.
Indeed, as they neared the end, she felt like she had lost several souls and spirits, like a puppet on strings, played by Chen Wei's hands.
