Wen Changling shook her head, "I don't want to sleep, sleeping is such a waste of time." She didn't have much time left.
Though she professed not wanting to sleep, her eyelids were fighting to stay open.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto Wen Changling's face, causing her to squint her eyes. Xie Shang shifted his chair to block the light, and she, holding onto his arm, unknowingly moved with him, adjusting the chair just as before, leaning on him; and the light returned to her face.
Today, she was very clingy.
Xie Shang liked her being this way. He kept his left hand still, letting her lean on him, and used his other hand to draw the curtains.
She touched his hand, her gaze calm and tender, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
There were teeth marks on Xie Shang's wrist, left by her the night before.
