Xie Shang's body was very hot.
Wen Changling kicked off the quilt.
He hugged her tight, "Aren't you cold?"
"I'm very hot."
Because of the difference in their sizes, Wen Changling was almost completely shielded by Xie Shang, surrounded by his breath, his unique hormones that filled her with a sense of security but also aggression.
The candle had already gone out, and the room was dark.
Wen Changling couldn't see Xie Shang clearly, "Xie Shang, turn on the light. I want to see you."
He said okay, covered her eyes with his palm, turned on the bedside lamp, and only when she had slowly adjusted to the brightness did he remove his hand.
She looked at him in the light and touched his burning ear with the hand that was wrapped around his neck.
"Changling."
He grabbed her hand and placed it on himself.
She couldn't help but stroke his wound, gently and cautiously, "You have to take your medicine properly and get better quickly."
"Okay."
