That night, without being teased by Gu Qingheng, Yang Ruxin took the initiative to offer everything of herself.
In the past, she would always cry "no more," but tonight, she said nothing; instead, she clung to him time and time again, as if by draining him dry, she could keep him by her side.
Gu Qingheng felt a pang too. Those who have never tasted sweetness and happiness don't know this feeling, but once they have, it's unpredictable when they might let go.
He knew his girl felt troubled, but since she wouldn't stay, he could only express his reluctance in his own way, charging forward again and again, accompanying her to reach the pinnacle together...
Though she was very, very tired, Yang Ruxin stubbornly kept her eyes open, watching him.
"Sleep," Gu Qingheng held her in his embrace.
"Sleep together."
Gu Qingheng nodded and then tugged at the quilt.
Yang Ruxin snuggled in his arms, then closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.
