The sofa was a mess of mud.
After the climax, Lu Bai's body turned incredibly cold.
He loved Lu Xiaojiu's petite figure so much, he could easily hold her in his arms to protect her.
He thought, he must be crazy.
He must be crazy!
This is Xiaojiu.
His body hadn't recovered from the exhaustion. Leaning against the sofa, looking at the brilliant lights on the ceiling, his hair disheveled, clothes thrown about, he dared not look into Xiaojiu's eyes.
Lu Xiaojiu lay against his chest, listening to his intense heartbeat.
Neither of them moved.
No words were spoken throughout.
The body felt blissful, the heart was wailing.
Lu Bai slowly straightened up, Lu Xiaojiu knelt, still unable to see clearly what sort of emotions lay hidden in those pale eyes; it always felt... so sorrowful.
What is Xiaojiu thinking?
If it hadn't been him today, would Xiaojiu have done the same? Just to get intelligence?
However, his heart negated it.
No, Xiaojiu isn't that kind of person.
