A distance no wider than a palm separated them.
His hands pinned her wrists against the pillows on either side.
It was as if he nailed her to the bed, rendering her utterly motionless.
His complexion was off, his brows slightly furrowed, and he seemed to lack some control over his body.
Wen Yu rubbed his brow, and when he lowered his hand, even the arm supporting his body seemed to lose its strength, as if any moment it might collapse onto her.
Yet, what she feared most was happening.
Just as she was about to push him away, he suddenly groaned and collapsed onto her.
"Ugh..."
A blockage in her chest, his sudden weight made it nearly impossible for her to catch her breath.
Yet, the most distressing part was that his upper body was bare.
His scorching skin was pressed against her body, and her cheek.
...
In the room, her phone was left in the entryway and started ringing, flashing incessantly.
But in the bedroom, she heard nothing and saw nothing.
