Ye gasped for air as he kissed her face, eyes, and lips.
Posession, entanglement.
He plundered the breath that belonged to her.
Xing Ling was overwhelmed with such a stimulus early in the morning, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Her body softened for a moment and then tensed again.
Just as she was trembling and about to collapse, Ye Sihan retracted his hand and said with a hoarse voice, "It's time to get up."
"..." Xing Ling breathed rapidly and then really saw Ye Sihan lift the covers and get out of bed, leaving her to fend for herself.
She curled up uncomfortably and felt too embarrassed to speak out.
Because it was she who had said that she hadn't fully recovered from the concussion.
She could only endure and slowly calm her racing blood.
After coming downstairs, she saw the quadruplets sitting on the couch in the hall, uncharacteristically quiet.
Xing Ling watched Junjun, Zhengzheng, and Haohao dressed in little suits, wearing gentleman's bow ties.
