In the bedroom early in the morning, low panting mixed with tender, lingering sounds, which lasted until seven thirty in the morning.
Before eight o'clock, Xi Luo got out of bed to take a shower, but her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, suddenly questioning her life choices.
Did he take some medicine behind her back?
The bedroom door opened, and Zong Zhan walked in elegantly dressed. When he saw Xi Luo kneeling on the floor wrapped in a bathrobe, his pupils shrank sharply, "Did you fall?"
Xi Luo brushed aside the messy hair in front of her eyes, confronting him calmly, "Slipped."
Zong Zhan had a hint of a smile on his lips, picked her up and placed her on the bed, then bent down to pick up slippers for her, "You could say your legs went weak."
Xi Luo kicked him lightly, squinting her eyes playfully, "Did you do it on purpose?"
