Zhuo Jian gasped in pain but shook her head firmly.
To her, City A was covered in dark clouds.
"Then don't think about standing up again today."
Fu Yanye said as he bit her skin again, rendering her completely defenseless.
——
Zhuo Jian had only read in novels about a man keeping a woman trapped in bed all day; she never imagined she would experience it herself.
Later, as the slanting sun grew desolate, she lay sprawled on the bed, watching him walk leisurely around the room.
Beside her, on the nightstand, his mobile phone was placed with the screen facing the ceiling.
It was a video conference.
It was already nine o'clock at night in China, so it must be an emergency meeting.
Occasional sounds of argument came from the phone, yet he just listened silently.
Or maybe he wasn't listening?
Zhuo Jian could see the gloom on his face and speculated on the seriousness of the matter.
But she soon lost interest in guessing what he was up to because she needed to urinate.
